This morning at the post office a man was waiting in line with his 3-year-old daughter. She was standing around, smiling at me and the other guy standing in the line, and every once in a while she would swing herself around on one of those poles that held up the things that defined where the line was. Between the flirting with the men and the swinging in circles around a poll, I couldn't help but think about what this girl's future career might be.