My brother asked Rosie what she wanted to be when she grows up. She didn't really understand, so I asked her if she might like to be a nurse like her aunt or a teacher like Mommy. She said no. My brother asked her if she would like to be a meteorologist like he is (because she definitely knows what that is, right?).
As if the answer were clearly obvious, Rosie told us, "No, I'm gonna be a princess." I guess she won't be campaigning for women's rights anytime soon.