Bria doesn’t take no for an answer. She asked me if the president could just write a law making someone else acting president. Um. “No.” Headache or not, I know when Bria is like a dog with a bone. I explained that the president isn’t the one who makes the laws he just happens to be in charge of them. “Oh.”
Do you know Bria? It never ends at “oh.” “Who makes the laws?” “Congress.”
“Okay then, when I grow up I want to be a congress.”
She looked back and grinned. “Or a teacher. Or a vet. Or A Mom. Or All of it. I’ll be a mom no matter what.”
Ray told her she could be whatever she wants to be but maybe she should take a closer look at the Marines.