Evie was sitting on the ground in my room a couple days ago while I was getting ready for work. The kids often come "help" me put on my makeup and dry my hair. It definitely slows things down. This particular morning, however, Evie was just sitting on the ground silently, examining bits of the carpet, and looking generally forlorn. I asked her, "Hey? What's wrong?"
She looked up and said:
"Mom . . . well, um . . . it's just that . . . I wish we could be super spies."
I laughed. "Oh yeah? That would be pretty cool."
Seriously, how do you respond to that?