B just turned 8 a couple of weeks ago. She and I are having a morning chat about yesterday evening’s riding lesson. I’m saying how good she looked and how well she rode. I’m interested to know if she likes riding well enough to stick with it. Mock-seriously, I say, “So do you think you’ll keep riding, like your mommy, or do you think you’re more likely to study the lives of turtles?”

Brief pause, and then she turns to me and says, mock-seriously, “Are those my only options?”

I’d probably love her anyway, but this is pure delight.