I frequently like to ask the kids about the best and worst parts of their day when I tuck them into bed at night. Recently I had a few moments alone with Abby, and I asked her what the best and worst parts of her life are right now. Her response was immediate.
"Well, the worst part of my life is that I can't just jump on the trampoline all day." She went on to describe how her idea of perfection would be jumping all day with only brief breaks for food. Formal schoolwork and household jobs would, apparently, be abolished.