The scene: Jeff, Bee and I were sitting at the kitchen table, talking about her day, and somehow everything kept coming back to math. (Perhaps having our family friend and all around favorite person as her math teacher has something to do with that, no?) Bee started talking about jobs and designing airplanes.
Jeff: Maybe you should become a design engineer, Bee.
Bee: Yeah, I want to design airplanes and make them bigger and cooler. I have lots of ideas. Using my math.
<Bee gets this wild, wonderful, evil look in her eye.>
Bee: But the boys won’t like it!
Me: Do it anyway, baby girl!