We are inspiring our children to greatness around here.

Here’s how I know.

Lucy informed us last night, “I’m going to be a comedian when I grow up.”  (I’ve apparently screwed her up sufficiently.)

“Or….” she hedges… “a chicken hypnotist.”

Hmmmmm. Not sure what that is, but I’m thinking those jobs might call for very similar skill sets.

That girl’s going places…the barnyard maybe, but still.

It’s a place.