As we sat in the restaurant booth, she was busily coloring, reading on her Kindle, patting her baby doll and feeding her. It was Friday at lunch. The restaurant was bustling with activity, conversation and meetings underway. She was an outlier in this adult urban world of industry and persuasion and sales and networking. I saw looks from other patrons of the restaurant glancing our way, curiosity written in those glances as to why a nine-year-old girl would be in the midst of this world of grown-ups. She dipped her head to her coloring, her dark brunette bob tucked behind her ears. I greeted my lunch appointment and we quickly got to work, discussing upcoming nonprofit grant submissions and project developments.