"...and like a bird in a cage, i broke in and demanded that somebody free it..."

A short thought- fueled by long driving times and a steady diet of the Avett Brothers.

When the company you keep is mostly under the age of seven and you simultaneously realize that you've become what most people would affectionately refer to as 'The Help,' you find yourself in an interesting position. You quit debating with yourself about first, the economy, and secondly, whether or not your college degree is worth more than toilet paper, and simply accept that you're now in charge of someone else's something. That something being worth more to them than probably all their other something's in the entire world (Or, so, let us hope). And because these somethings are living and breathing and needing help with their numbers and ABCs, you know you're there helping because they are what will come next or something deeply philosophical like that.

Or you step back and suddenly remember that you had completely forgotten how fast your luck can change...

in Candy Land.