Life on an Island

Today, the firstgrader did something embarrassing. Afterwards I was waiting for her outsider her shower, and she said: Mom, what if we want to be somebody else? I want to be you.

Me: In 10 years you will be so tall and smart and beautiful, and I will look older. and in 20 years you will grow to be even bigger and more beautiful and know and enjoy what you're doing, you don't want to be anybody else.

She: Mom, if I have children, will you be nice to them?

Me: What do you think?

Preschooler: I want to have a lot of children.

She: You will, because you're caring and you love me. (To preschooler) You know you can't have kids yet. You need to get married first

Then she got out of the shower, stood next to me, and said, Mom, you're so short. I'm to your chest, and at 10 years old I will be taller than you.

Me: I hope so.

Preschooler: I will be taller than you when I'm 9. I don't have to decide what I will do in the future yet.

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On the dining table

Preschooler: Mommy, when I become big, I will be a cook, and make you yummy food. I don't want to be a doctor.

Me: Sure. You can be whatever you want to be. That's very nice of you.

Firstgrader: I want to be a cook too.

Me: But being a cook is a lot of work. Are you sure?

She: No.