This was a drawing project that came home from the unit the preschool did with The Caterpillar last week: Who are our heroes?

Sometimes, every once in a blue moon, when the stars are aligned, and the air is just right, having kids can actually be quite the ego boost.

Of course if I really thought about it, I'd realize that she views me as some sort of amorphous blob that encompasses and envelopes all it comes near like a black hole where not even light can escape. But let's not look at it that way, shall we?