DS, 4, would like to be a…
When DD was about the age DS now is (four), she knew exactly what she wanted to be when she grew up: a princess or, failing that (because “how do I become a princess, mummy?”) an art teacher.
DS, on the other hand, aside from thinking he’d rather like to marry mummy, has never given it much thought. But, the other morning, we got a taste of what he may become in the future.
“I want gold,” he said, apropos of nothing.
“Hmm,” said DH, in an aside to me, “a commodities trader?”
“How are you going to get this gold?” I asked DS. “Are you going to earn it? Or trade for it?”
“Neither! I’m going to be a pirate and steal it!”
[I, meantime, vow to work harder on establishing the work ethic and simultaneously strike Somalia off the list of places we could retire.]