Recently, my nine-year-old daughter told me her plans for the future. It went kinda like this:
Daughter: “We need to move to Pennsylvania.”
Me: “We do?” I’m not against it, just asking. “Why?”
Daughter: “I want to go to Pitt.”
Me: “On vacation? Or….”
Daughter: “No, like you did. I want to go to school there.”
Me: “Is this because I was wearing my Pitt sweatshirt yesterday?” I’ve had it since the days when I attended college there.
Daughter: “No. I like the way you made it sound. I want to go there.”
Me: “Oh. Well, then you’re right. We need to move to Pennsylvania…” before it’s too late for me to have the slightest chance of qualifying you for in-state tuition. (Yes, I know. It’s already too late.)
Daughter: “And I want you to be my roommate.”
Me: “Umm… I’m pretty sure when you’re in college, you’re going to want someone other than your mother as your roommate.”
Daughter: “No. I only want you.”
Me: “Well, okay. Fine. This might work out after all. I can sign up for a few classes and learn something new.”
Daughter: “No. You can’t take any classes.”
Me: “I can’t? If I’m living in the dorms, I’m pretty sure I should be enrolled in something.”
Me: “Well then, what am I supposed to do all day? The cooking?” That’s what your meal plan is for….
Daughter: “No. You can just watch TV all day.”
Me: ??? “Why don’t you ask your BFF if she wants to go to Pitt. Maybe you can talk her into it.”
Daughter: “Ooh! Then we could ALL be roommates together!”
Me: Er, that’s not quite where I was going with that.
Daughter: “So can we move? And I really want to live in a big house, too.”
Me: “Sure. I’ll get right on that. Start packing.”
You never know….