The daycare sent home a piece of construction paper with “when I grow up, I want to be…” written on it.
Brain: She is too young for this. You don’t even know what you want to be.
Me: What the hell. Munchkin, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Munchkin: *screws up face in thought* I want to be a vegetable.
Me: A vegetable?
Munchkin: Yes. And a mirror!
Me: Okay. Good talk.
Brain: At least she has dreams…