Out of the mouths of babes

Over the river and over the woods, in a tiny white jet I go. . .

If I didn't travel, I'd probably never see my family. It is apparently an unwritten rule that I must be the one to stuff myself into an aircraft and live out of a suitcase for several days. Oh, I cannot say they never come. . . but the one who holds the record has been here twice in ten years. I try not to grumble, but Christ.

But my journeys are rewarded with both homemade cookies and strong showers. Not to mention thoughtful comments from the kidlets, who are too smart for words.

Take K, who is 4: When I grow up, I want to be a veterinarian. And a jockey. And a volunteer firefighter on weekends. But what I really want is to be a blonde.