WCK once again pointed out my horrible singing, because, let's face it, when the New Kids on the Block CD is playing in the car, I can't help myself.
I decided to ask her if she thought that she was a good singer.
"No, I'm not," she said matter-of-factly. "But I'm going to be an astronaut when I grow up, and astronauts aren't singers."
Excellent point. I hope she uses that as a sassy comeback when she's rejected from American Idol in 2025. She'll only audition on a dare made by a couple of friends from Astronaut School when they're all hepped up on Tang and dehydrated fruit.