Over the past couple nights at dinner, we have happened to catch a glimpse of how E (our wonderful 7-year old) imagines his future.
"At 18," he told us "I'm gonna go to midnight discos. I'll grow an afro and dye it black with two white streaks."
"At 39," he said the other day, "I'll just lay on my couch and recite my glory days to my kids."
God help us . . .