Riding bikes today, my daughter asked how often I eat at a local Thai restaurant. I have socks older than this girl, and here 
she is, somehow, asking about favorite foods at exotic eateries. She proceeded to tell me all her favorites. It was strange to watch her enthusiasm, and how easily she pronounced the unusual names.
She is, of course, our seventh child, but it never ceases to amaze me how much they change as they grow, how much they improve as they develop. She’s not like, say, an otter. Otters seem to have a pretty cushy life – frolicking in and out of the water, roughhousing with their otter buddies, watching out for angry elephants. But otters never change. They never mature, they never improve, they pretty much never accomplish anything and they leave nothing behind to mark their time on the planet. Even auditors do that.
