i rewarded my daughter with a "starbucks" this morning. it's sorta our thing. she doesn't get anything high in sugar unless she really earns it.
she ordered a vanilla creme frap and i ordered a tall espresso somethin-er-other.
we sat down to enjoy. i found this to be a perfect opportunity to philosophize freely about everything that didn't matter one single bit to her.
dad: "what's your purpose in life?"
daughter: "i don't know. i'm only 11."
dad: "well, you can't just go through life every day wondering what's going to be on the next hannah montana, can you?"
daughter: "i don't, dad."
dad: "so what's your future? what will you fight for? you've got lots of choices. end poverty. end child abuse. end hunger. human rights. women's rights. the environment. help find a cure for cancer. what will you do? a daughter of mine needs to do something, not do nothing. what do you wish for the world? what do you think the world needs?
daughter: "i think starbucks needs smaller cup sizes. how much caffeine is in your tall?"
dad: "too much."
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