I found a to-do list written by seven-year-old sitting on our kitchen counter. You need to read it. Seriously, take it all in, every glorious and spelling-mistake-riddled line, starting with innocent goal of opening a lemonade stand with cookies after the highly practical concession of getting "supplies."
It's official. From this day forward, I will never end another to-do list with anything less than "take over the world."