A few days ago, Starshine and I were discussing his plans for the future. I approached this topic with a great deal of interest. This is the child who announced at his kindergarten graduation (After a string of other kids said stuff like "Fireman," "Cowboy," and "Soldier") in answer to the "What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up" question--"I want to be an ice cream truck man. But my mom is going to drive the truck."
Naturally, I figured any occupation that left me OUT of the equation would be an improvement. I was pleasantly surprised. The conversation went like this:
Me: So, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Starshine: *considers this seriously* I think I want to work on cases.
Starshine: Yeah, you know. Gather evidence and help the cops arrest the bad guys.
Me: Wow! That's really cool. You want to be an investigator.
Starshine: Like with the FBI.
Me: I like that. You want to be an FBI agent. *is busy thinking how having her son as an FBI agent totally trumps Paul's county sheriff status and thus grants her some sort of immunity for any future crimes committed.*
Starshine: And if that doesn't work out, I have a back-up plan.
Me: What's that?
Starshine: I'll be a kindergarten teacher and teach the kids stuff like the color indigo, and how to read, and how to write their name.
Starshine: I'll give them a piece of candy to keep them quiet.
Starshine: And if both of those don't work out, I'm just going to be an anteater.
Me: An anteater?! Why would you want to be an anteater?
Starshine: *gives me the "Gee, Mom asks some pretty stupid questions" look* Because I want to eat ants.
And thus ended our discussion of future career options for Starshine. =D
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