Two nights ago our family enjoyed the wonderfully mild weather by taking a walk in our great neighborhood. Mallory began pointing at certain houses and saying, "I want to go in that one house." We noticed a pattern. The houses she was saying that about were the nicest, biggest, most expensive houses in the neighborhood. By the end of walk we were laughing so hard. Edward would purposely point to a smaller house and ask her if she wanted to go into it. She would say, "No." Then we would pass by another big house, and she would say it again. We laughed hysterically when we passed by an Infinity QRX-pensive, and she said, "I want that car." Her Daddy told her she needed to start thinking now about which doctor she would marry when she grows up. She's not even 2 yet, and she already has a taste for the finer things in life. We're in trouble.