Big Buddha, and other auspicious signs that we're not in control of what's going on

I visited the ROM on Saturday morning, with my friend and her 2-year old daughter who we affectionately call Bub.

When I got in the car, Bub was already chanting: Big Buddha! Big Buddha! Big Buddha.

Seems that last time they were at the ROM, she couldn't get enough of the giant statue of Buddha in the museum's entrance.

As soon as we arrived, she headed straight for it, as fast as her little legs would carry her.

As soon as she got there, she adopted the Buddha's meditation mudra -- fingers entwined, thumbs together and index fingers pointed upwards.

I won't lie to you. It was a little freaky.

We could barely pull her away from it. No matter where we went in the museum, she was always itching to get back to the Big Buddha. Not even the dinosaurs could compete.

And that was just the START of my weekend!