Grace got all deep on me this afternoon as we drove home from a birthday party.

“Mummy, how many more years do I have to live? A hundred?”

“Umm, I think about ninety.”

“Sweet!” (her new expression) “How many more years do you have to live?”

“I would guess forty.”

“Okay.”

“Mummy, you know I want to be a ‘lympic horseback rider, a doctor, and a mummy, right?

“Yes, I do.”

“You know that means I will be on TV! When I’m in the ‘lympics, I’ll be on TV.”

“Great, Grace.”

“Will you watch me on TV?”

“Of course, Gracie.”

“If you’re not dead, that is.”