I was tucking Cady in tonight and telling her about going to school tomorrow, when she asked the oft-queried “why?” as of late. I told her, “so that you can learn a lot of good things.”
“Why?”
“So that when you grow up, you can do whatever you want to do,” I said before listing off things like ballerina and astronaut.
“I don’t want to grow up, daddy.”
I never wanted to grow up either.