When I retrieved the five-year-old from school today, she had a balloon
on a string, courtesy of a classmate who was having a birthday.
She’d insisted her teacher tie it securely around her wrist. If
you click here, you’ll know why.
This evening we read Little Bit’s current favorite bedtime book, the
story of the Apollo 11 mission to the moon. She wanted to know if
Neil Armstrong, Edwin “Buzz” Aldrin and Michael Collins were still
alive. I told her they were.
“I’m glad they’re alive, because I want to meet them someday and tell them that I read some books about them.”
“What Apollo mission will I be on when I’m an astronaut?”
“When I grow up, I’m going to be a mommy, an astronaut, and a jumproper.”
Noble ambitions, all of them.