I know I promised a thoughtful post about the pediatrician versus parents paradigm, the one that's given birth to the "I'd be a pediatrician were it not for the crazy-ass parents" attitude.
But motherly pride demands I report upon my conversation with Annika tonight, which involved her railing against the lack of creativity shown by the family in the We're Going on a Bear Hunt book. (Can't go over? Can't go under? What about a raft? Aren't there lots of sticks around?)
"True," I agreed with her, "I think there were probably lots of other options for the family to get across the river."
"What do you mean by true?" she asked, all piercing blue eyes, and nonchalantly deep in the way of all kids.
But it was her follow-up question that made me laugh and give her a big hug.
"OK," she agreed, after my attempt at an explanation, all wonky and wrong and not at all eloquent, "But now, what do you mean by probably?"
I guess probably is best described as the assumed modifier to any promise I make about Big Issue entries within a few hours. Tomorrow!