We went to the MI women's basketball game yesterday and had a grand old time. Collin was riveted by the game, the band, and everything happening on the court. Well, except the giant blow-up dancing mascots. He was afraid of being eaten by the giant clam who apparently consumed a person while Cayla, Lil D, and I were on a snack run. Cayla watched a bit of the game, but more enjoyed the popcorn, chips, tatoos, and poster making that was sprinkled around the stadium.

On, the way home, after being directed out of the parking lot by a traffic cop, Collin declared that he wanted to be a cop when he grew up. Lil D stated that she wanted to be social worker. Collin thought that he might want to be social worker too. Flannery and I were cracking ourselves up in the front seat coming up with different occupations including social workers that worked in a police station or social workers that counseled cops. Collin then decided that although he wanted to be a cop, he wouldn't go near fires or scary things. Hmmmm, maybe cop is not the job for you, Collin.