Some parents like to tell their kids that they can be anything they want to be. I have never fallen into this category, always keeping in mind the story of my good friends, Mandy and Alissa, who were once asked by their grandma what they wanted to be when they grew up. Grandma, of course, sweetly added that "you can be anything you want to be."
Mandy said she wanted to be a veterinarian. Alissa said she wanted to be a tree.
On that note, we ran into Father Jeremy last night, and as we were leaving he rattled something off to Elena in Italian. Elena asked me what he said, to which I replied, "I don't know...something about a princess."
So she hollered after him, "Hey, Father! What you said?"
"I said, 'See you later, princess!'" he yelled back.
So on the way home, we had this little conversation:
"Why did Father Jeremy call me a princess?"
"Because he thinks you're like a little princess."
"I don't want to be a princess."
"Well, good...because that's probably never going to happen."
"I want to be a king."
Oh boy.
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