When I grow up

Yesterday I took the girls with me to vote. As we were leaving, Bailey asked me what voting was. Ya, try explaining that to a 3 year old. Anyway, after I was done she told me she wanted to be president when she grows up.

Later that day she changed her mind a few times and want to be a mom, firefighter, cook and reader. Then last night, as I was tucking her into bed, she decided once and for all that when she grows up she wants to chase cats out of yards and be a ballerina just like Dad.