Greg, by trade, is a type of project manager.  And by “type”, I mean “Ninja”.  He can “better, faster, cheaper” in a way that is responsible, brilliant, and just a little bit irritating.  Why?  Because some of his solutions are so simple, you want to smack yourself for not thinking of it first.  Some of his solutions are so complicated, you want to smack him for giving you a headache while listening to the 25 minute “brief summary”.  Greg has about 7 ideas per hour, and between living with Idea Man Greg, and Wildly Creative Sara..I sometimes wonder how I’m still breathing.  I know I say this often, but, it’s my daily truth: I love them.  I’d die for them.  They might kill me first from exhaustion.

Sara came home yesterday, just bursting with pride.  Her latest academic hurdle has been mazes, and while she’s successfully navigated a few easy ones, the harder ones have been met with frustration.  Daddy worked with her over the weekend, and I heard him say several times, “You can’t cross over the black lines”.  And SO, at school, after 2 obvious and diligent attempts, and after NOT crossing the lines, Sara found a MUCH BETTER WAY TO GET TO THE POT OF GOLD. When she proudly handed me her solution, my first reaction was, “Did Daddy teach you to do this?”  Her answer?  “No, I figured it out!  I’ve been working and working so hard not to cross the lines, and I then I didn’t!  I didn’t cross any lines!  LOOK!  It’s so much easier to go this way!”

And really, how can you argue with this solution?  If you tell a kid to take the Leprechaun to the Pot of Gold, and the rule is, “Don’t Cross Any Lines”, why in tarnation would you go through a maze of lines when you could just walk around in far fewer steps and GRAB THAT DAGNABIT GOLD?  You don’t need the Luck ‘o the Irish.  You need to think like Sara.  Who clearly, without question, thinks like her Father.

Together these two could rule the world.  Or bleeping destroy it.  I’m just not sure yet…I’ll have to get back to you on that one.