"I keep changing my mind 'bout what I want to be when I grow up."

This morning Caroline reminded me that after three is four and after four is five. Five--that magic age where everything wonderful in her life will happen. She said excitedly, "I can't wait to be all growed up!" Then she kind of wrinkled her forehead and added, "I keep changing my mind 'bout what I want to be when I grow up . . . a doctor for checkups . . . a donut maker . . . a ice cream maker . . ."

I told her she had plenty of time to decide. I'll keep you posted on what she comes up with.