Last night I was getting Caroline ready for bed when she announced that she was on the precipice of making a major decision regarding her future. She informed me that she is either going to be a singer or a veterinarian when she grows up.
(Given her gene pool, I wanted to suggest that she keep those grades up and hope for admission to vet school)
As she weighed the pros and cons of each occupation, she ultimately realized that she didn’t have to choose. She could take care of animals and sing. In fact, she told me that she planned to sing two or three times a week.
Then she announced, “But I want to be a mama too.”
“Well, baby, you can be a mama and a veterinarian and a singer.”
(And bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan.)
“Yes, I want to be all of them.”
“Do you want to be a mama like me with the sweetest little girl ever?”
“Oh Mama” she said with the sigh that comes with stating the obvious, “There’ll never be another girl as sweet as me.”
I may be slightly biased, but I kind of think she’s right.