Come on--admit it, you are SO THRILLED that it is Monday, right? Right!
We went to the Wild Animal Park on Saturday. In a rare treat, we got to see the cheetahs right up next to the fence. A trainer was in there with them, talking about how they had been abandoned by their mothers and hand raised. When she was finished informing us that cheetahs are the only big cats to purr, she asked if there were any questions. Hot Stuff leaned over to me and said, "How do you account for the success of this program when it's a well-known fact that cheetahs never prosper?"
Last night we were visiting with my mother-in-law, who is a kindergarten teacher. She was telling us about a father who is very stressed out that his daughter (his FIVE-YEAR-OLD daughter) is only getting acceptable marks in science. After all, she wants to be a doctor. (I've heard Ivy League schools have begun looking up kindergarten scores for admissions now.) "Nayna," I said, turning to my nearly-five-year-old, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
She looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled. "A butterfly."
Never say my children aren't ambitious.