|Leaving on a Jet Plane.|
"Dad," she said, her voice barely audible above the background din, "I'm getting them through security. I am in charge!"
Well. She's always been in charge, whether it's making up the rules of the sock football game on the front lawn or figuring out what to do after getting her master's degree. In the case of the latter, she's decided do a year-long fellowship with the Royal Conservatory in Toronto.
Geesh, are we jealous. Sheryl went as far as sending me a job opening link from the Toronto Star newspaper. Wouldn't it be great to live with your old man in Toronto?
Nah. She'll be fine on her own. After all, she's large and in charge!
|Large and In Charge|