Earlier today Jessica was—I kid you not—sitting buck naked on the couch, eating grapes. She currently remains unclothed, with her clothes within arms reach, and had the audacity to demand that I give her a blanket because she's cold.
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This morning Jessica announced she was going to be a doctor when she grows up. This was both good and bad. Good in future employment prospects and bad in terms of the price tag for Mom and Dad. Not wanting to create any false illusions, I explained to her that it was a lot of work to become a doctor (Uncle Danny will get deja vu reading this).
She then said she was going to be a nurse instead. I said that also required a lot of work.
She thought about it for another minute.
“When I grow up I'm going to be a Tooth Fairy,” she finally said.
Not the Tooth Fairy, a Tooth Fairy. I guess if there were only one, the job would already be filled.