Yesterday on NPR there was a story about a Harvard professor who studies fungi and is studying the Death Cap that is really prevalent in California coastal areas right now (note to self: don't eat mushrooms in the woods)

And I liked her so much, just from her scratchy voice and the sound of her throwing a certain fungus that pops and explodes, and how she loves the little mushroom because it's like an umbrella for the spores...so cute. I now secretly want Beanie to become a Mycobiologist. This is really kind of a weird thing. I once grabbed two random books when I was pregnant, one called Our Lady Of The Forest and the other called Dragon Bones, and both of them, BOTH OF THEM, featured mycobiologists predominantly, with the story going deeply into fungus and mushrooms. Intersting, non? I have a knack for doing weird stuff like that, picking two seemingly random books. And now PF is signing his emails with "plate of shrimp".

Nothing is really random. Which is why I am slightly sure I will play and win the lottery one day.

I've decided Beanie is not so much "gifted", but she is fXXXing funny. Yesterday she was practicing her F sounds "phhhh phh" and I say words like "finger" and "face" and last night? She said "Phhh phhhhhhfart." and then burst into giggles. Seriously, is there ANYTHING funnier than a well placed fart? I really do not know. Maybe equally funny, but not funni-ER. I prefer comic to genius any day of the week.

I think my fear that she is smart is because my mother used to brag about me and my sister to my aunt, who had 3 kids of her own, and apparently my mom never noticed her eye-rolling from my aunt, who can roll with the best of them. All three of my cousins are smarties, but they never went to college, and my aunt always said that her kids "weren't college material". ??? (trust me, the kids I went to school with were not much more than preschool material, so I have no idea what constitutes "college material" in this day and age). However, my mom envisioned and expected us, no, DEMANDED, that we all go to college and to grad school (but we had to pay for it) And we all did. My aunts kids are in infinitely less debt than all of us, so who's smarter now I wonder? Anyway, I don't want to push my kid and have these insanely high expectations for her.

Mycobiologists and prima ballerinas and world leaders aside. Please just be happy when you hear a fart.

Beanie, be you and be my darling.