Letter From the Publisher

On a Sunday afternoon this past spring as I watched a game from NFL Europe, my five-year old daughter Lillie jumped into my lap, looked at the TV and disgustedly said, \"Daddy, do you have to work for football?\" As I tried to convince her that football was how I made a living, provided our family with a house, clothes and more, she jumped off of my lap. Before she left in search of a more entertaining playmate, Lillie turned and gave me the look that stirs feelings only a small daughter can create in a father and said, \"Daddy, I wish you worked for Toys-R-Us instead.\" And, off she went.I laughed at the time. Yet, when I think about Lillie\'s heartfelt words, I realize why the old saying about how truth comes out of the mouths of babes is so very accurate. I, also, realized I do work at Toys-R-Us. To my daughter, nothing could be better than having her Dad working at a store filled