Right now, her hero is a four-year-old, in a polyester uniform with foam-stuffed faux muscles.

Her entertainment is "army" or "Star Wars", depending on the day.

Her possessions are constantly taken, she's consistently knocked over (accidentally, of course), stepped on, or left in her high chair for a bit too long, because, let's say, someone decided to bring the pet lizard inside the house.

She's oblivious. But not for long. I better enjoy it while it lasts.