Lily turns seven tomorrow. On the way to school recently we were discussing what she and Jack want to be when they grow up. Not surprisingly, Jack wants to be a spy, like his Dad. Lily, on the other hand, had a different idea.
“I want to be a Vet, Dad. Like Megan’s Mom,” she said.
“That’s a good idea,” I responded. “You’re really going to have to study and get good grades for that.” Thinking about her bossy side, I added, “You know what you should be, Lil? A dictator.”
She got a funny look on her face and asked what a dictator was.
“That’s someone who runs country and tells everyone what to do,” I answered.
She got a far away look on her face for a moment, smiled, and then said, “I could be good at that.”
