This morning when I dropped Scarlett off at day care, there were three boys playing in the room already. For some reason, the topic of conversation turned to what they want to be when they grow up. One boy said he was going to be a rescue worker or a fireman (which he told me could be a very dangerous job) and another boy told me he was going to be a V8 driver and a rally car driver (and others along the same theme).
When I asked them if they knew what Scarlett wanted to be one of them said “a princess”. She said she wanted to be a doctor, and the toothy fairy and a mummy. To this another little boy replied “you could be a nurse”. I was quite amazed that children of 3/4 years old already have a sense of such things. It’s scary.