My cousin said a funny thing to me today:

“Why isn’t your whole life working? Why is your whole life reading?”

“… My whole life isn’t reading.”

“But Daddy said that your whole life is reading.”

I laughed here. Out of the mouth of babes, huh?

My first instinct however is to think, “What else does Daddy (my uncle whom I’m living with) say about my life when I’m not around?” My second reaction is to think, “Even if it were true, I’m not entirely sure it’s a bad thing. My third (that tricky, truthful one) simply, “Gods, I wish it were true.”