She's Got High In the Sky Apple Pie Hopes
Driving home from work and school today, Lana says to me,
"Mommy, turn the radio down for a minute."
I turn off Rihanna singing "Take a Bow". (I cannot decide if I love Rihanna or if I hate Rihanna - I kind of like this song, though, but, not so much I mind turning it off.) (Note that we are not listening to NPR on the way home because they made me cry hysterically while driving last week TWICE*, so, I consider the news too dangerous to listen to while driving at the moment.)
"You know what I'm gonna learn, mom?" Lana asks.
"What are you going to learn, Lana?" I respond.
"I am going to learn how to fart REALLY REALLY LOUD. Super loud. I am."
Dream big, baby girl. Dream big.