I’m puttering around the kitchen, listening to the girl babble.
Pie: I’m going to Dartmouth, to Dartmouth. I’m going to go to Dartmouth.
Me: That will make Daddy happy.
Pie: Dartmouth, Dartmouth, I’m going to Dartmouth!
Me: Why don’t we call him and you can tell him that?
Pie: No! If we call Daddy, I’m just going to tell him that I’m going to NYU!
