The other day I asked the Girl what she wanted to be when she grew up. Usually the answer to this is;
Sometimes with the caveat;
"A cat vet."
However, she seems to have changed her mind because this time she said;
And the Boy served only to compound the issue by saying;
"Like Julia Donaldson?"
Ironically enough a friend of mine recently posted on Twitter that she'd received spam from a doctor that claimed he would help make her a man. That struck me as a rather niche form of clientele to be targeting via spam, but given the Girl's answer, the demand is clearly bigger than I had given credit for.
The moral of these loose ramblings is that asking your kids questions is at best futile;
"What did you do at school today, Boy?"
"What do you want for dinner?"
"What's YOUR NAME?"
Or fraught with misunderstanding;
"School want you to draw something that goes up and down in a playground. What are you going to draw, Girl?"
Clearly a progressive school...
Most often though, you just get an answer that makes you wish you hadn't asked the question in the first place.
"Dad, I need some cream."
"Are you itchy, Girl?"
"Yes. On my noo noo."
Not that I mind, it's all a bit of a cabaret. Especially when you compare it to the Boy dancing naked on the landing, spanking his bare arse and singing "Should I stay or should I go" by the Clash. Or shooting my glasses off my face with a Nerf gun from the other side of the house. Three times in a row.