Unicorn Magic

My 4-year-old daughter clarified a few things to me recently.

To be a photographer, she explained, you have to tiptoe and jump a lot, and do some boring stuff, and have a thousand cameras.

She kindly offered that when she grows up to be a unicorn, she will use her magic to make me a photographer.

But I can also be a photographer on my birthday if I like, but only a pretend one.

Seems reasonable, although I wonder where we’ll keep the other 997 cameras.