Kate has a burning desire to become a waitress and a hairdresser. If you come into the house, she often asks if she can do your hair. Boy or girl. Short or long. Young or old. She doesn’t care.

Tonight she is waiting on tables, a flower in her hair and an apron around her waist. She most recently asked: “would you like and appetite before dinner?” Like, chips and salsa or something?

Love it.