On our long drive down to the Corus building allllll the way downtown yesterday, Emily and I discussed many things: how my music is basically torture for her, our favorite high school movies, how she doesn’t actually *want* to see ParaNorman tomorrow, but she will on account of all the popcorn, how she’s thankful that *she* didn’t have to do 100 burpees yesterday, how Funny Girl is her favorite Barbra Streisand movie, how I should be wearing vintage damask to her Bat Mitzvah in March, how she’s worried that her new backpack won’t arrive before the first day of school.

But because we were on our way down to her first real audition, I asked her a simple question, thinking that maybe this was something she might get asked, today or in the future.

Me: What do you hope to get out of all of this?

Emily, without missing a beat: An Oscar, an Emmy, a Tony, and a Grammy. Obviously.

Yes. I do believe my little girl is going to be just fine out there.

Just fine, indeed.