Two sons, they’ll both be presidents after they win their Nobel Prizes. And the daughters, they’ll be prima ballerinas before they become the president of Princeton and start their Internet company. And I just started to think about What’s the conventional load of those expectations you carry around? You have to pull them out one by one and smash them in the corner. You realize the pile is quite high. But in a way, it becomes oddly liberating to do that.
