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.

All those school fees and all he wants is yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum

“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.]