Caught a bit of an exciting little league game last
night. #4 was playing and gave quite an
accounting for himself. I took one of
our dogs – the one that #4 determined, during his science project this year,
was our “Third smartest dog.” Talk about
the glass being half full.
Speaking of glasses, I came across this post in Washington
Orville Hampton’s journal.
June 8, 1977 – Washington, D.C.
I overheard a marvelous discussion while waiting in line at
Wendy’s tonight. A young girl stood with
her mother, clearly tourists, and talked about how much she liked the
Whitehouse tour. Then she told her
mother that someday she was going to work there.
Her mother laughed politely and asked doing what? The little girl, very seriously, said, “In
the big office. The roundish one.” Her mother said, “You mean the Oval Office?” The girl nodded. Her mother said, “But Monica, that’s where
the President works.”
The little girls crossed her arms and said, “Then maybe I’ll
be president.” Her mother sounded a
little sad, “We girls can do a lot more than before, but I think president may
be a bit out of reach in the country.”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll
find a way.” said the girl
I believe her. One
day everyone in America will know who she is.
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