What Can I Be When I Grow Up?

Avery is getting to the age where she is thinking about career choices. A few occupations have her interested.

Three months ago, she wanted to be a princess. Why?

When I get big, I want to be a princess so I can marry people. (Apparently, that's all princesses do.)

Two months ago, she wanted to be a policewoman.

I want to drive those police cars and get the bad guys and put them in jail. But do I have to drive a big van like Rick? (Rick is one of the cops in Buffalo and he has a sweet brown 12-passenger van.)

Last month, she wanted to be a road construction worker. We were driving to my mom's on County Road 34 and were stopped by a lady holding a stop/slow sign. After she told us to turn around, Avery chuckled.

I can't believe that girl, Mom.

What can't you believe?

When I get big I want to be a sign lady and that girl can be my friend.

Dream big, Avery. The sky is the limit.

This month, she has taken up interest in being an astronaut. When I asked her why she wanted to be an astronaut, she gave me a "duh" look. Obviously, so she can go to space!

Hey, Mom! Can you go buy me some healthy food and vegetables so I can have some energy and exercise stuff?

What do you need energy for?

So I can have energy for outer space!

Um, sure!

When I get to eighth grade, can I start to be an astronaut?

If you're really, really smart, I'm sure you can.

I would like to spoke with one. Do you know the astronaut's number?

No, I don't. But your auntie Carrie works on space stuff so she might know one.

Ok, well, you should send a tec message to Carrie and ask her if she knows an astronaut. Because I want to be their friend.

Smart girl, already getting connections to the astronaut community.

I wonder what she'll want to be next month. She better hurry and decide. She only has about 20 years to figure it out.

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