There comes a point in your life when you feel like you’ve done something so many times, that you must be considered an expert by this point.  I had this realization the other day when Harrison’s daycare sent me a picture of him creating a masterpiece art project using a pinecone as a brush, and he was covered from head to toe in purple paint.  Clothes still on – purple paint.  And I didn’t even have a moment of panic about how the clothes were likely ruined, as I looked at the intense concentration of my son’s face creating said masterpiece.