Making Plans for Someone Else

When my dad and I went to the Purdue game over the weekend, we stopped in one of the bookstore to check out the latest in Boilermaker fan gear. He bought us both new hats to wear to the game, while I was in search for something for his granddaughter who is coming in about a month (or less). I found this pink and white onesie that says "PURDUE" all over it.

Frema and I like to tease each other that she'll be going to our own respective alma maters. She even bought her a "Future Puma" sleep-and-play outfit from the St. Joseph's College bookstore a few months ago. But our daughter will be in Boiler attire long before she dons any Puma gear, as my onesie is labeled three months, whilst Frema's is for 12 months. Not only are we already planning what college we think she should go to, but I've already determined a potential career for her. Our daughter has several ocean-themed toys that go along with her sealife bedroom set, which I like to say she needs to start studying early to prepare for being a marine biologist. (Although that's not a major at Purdue, she'll certainly be smart enough to ace the GRE and sail through a grad school where she can specialize in the ocean sciences.)

It's really just a game we play, at the end of which we talk about how we'd be supportive whatever (legal and ethical) career path she may choose and whatever institution she decides to pursue an education at. As long as she is happy. Which she'll likely only be if she goes to Purdue and goes onto become a marine biologist.