We took an early flight back to GR this morning and are glad to be home (although we now look at this house with different eyes--it all seems bigger than it had before we left).
About an hour after we arrived, Chloe plopped down in front of me with a cup and her recorder. "Mom, I'll play my flute and if you like what I play, you'll put money in my cup. If you really like what I play, you'll put a lot of money in my cup."
What does this say about her future occupation? What does it say about me, that I only put a quarter in that cup and Steve had already laid down a good dollar's worth of change? Hmm.