Friday Night, Princess asked me very seriously:
"Mom, what's for dinner ... Or are you planning on starving us again?"
Me: "Princess, what are you going to be when you grow up?" (Now the LAST time I asked the same thing, the reply was "a ballerina princess")
(quiet thinking for a moment)
"Either a Baker ...
("or a candlestick maker." DH chuckled under his breath)
"or a animal doctor - what's that word?"
(Veterinarian, I suplied)
"Right a veterinarian. I was also thinking about being a Suess."
Oh, a writer like Dr Suess? With some questioning she clarified that a "Suess" was someone who gives massages.
At least she has options ;)