"My daddy is at work," Rachi says as I push both of them on the baby swings. I have mastered this motion, one arm pushing one girl, the other pushing the other girl. I am a big machine, manufacturing windy hair and "weeeees".

The girls are closer than ever to the leaves above my head.

"They clapping for me, mama," Anya says.

"Yes, the leaves love you," I say.

"What does your daddy do at work?" I ask both girls.

"I don't know." They both say fast because they do have an answer, but they always say I don't know first when they aren't sure.

"Make things," Anya says. This makes me smile because they see mama making things and think that this is what people do for work. Make things.

"What does Daddy make at work?" I ask, still pushing the swinging windy-haired girls.

"Butterflies!" Anya smiles and yells.

"Giant butterflies!" Rachi adds.

"Yes. Daddy makes giant butterflies at work," I agree. "What a wonderful job."

"What do you want to do when you go to work?" I ask.

"Take pictures," Anya says. "Like Balerie."

I smile at this. Valerie is the photojournalism student who is doing her senior thesis project on us this fall. She takes lots and lots of pictures of us and this has made an impact on Anya.

My two year olds want to be photojournalists when they grow up. Their daddy makes giant butterflies at work and the leaves are clapping for them. I don't often feel this, but I must be doing something right.