Wednesday, January 11, 2012

We've come so far...

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.

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