Tonight, on the way to Payton's soccer game (yes, somehow, "fall soccer" has morphed into a-scrimmage-every-Tuesday-night-in-summer soccer. grr...), Sawyer and I were listening to the radio when we heard a commercial for the Maryland state lottery. If you live in Maryland, you know the one "Maryland Lottery, let yourself play."
Sawyer was listening intently and said "Mom, when I grow up, I'm going to play the lottery in Wyoming." Of course, I had to know what made him choose Wyoming. (We can address the pitfalls of the lottery at a later date.)
"Well, no one lives in Wyoming. So I have a better chance of winning there."
Well you can't argue with that. Apparently, all those lessons on ratio and probability are sinking in.
My apologies to any Wyoming readers.