Career Plans

(driving along a country road with Abby and Jake. Abby is singing to herself in light 18 month old babble.)

Jake: Mommy, Abby's going to be a dancer when she grows up.

Me: That's interesting, honey. Why do you think so?

Jake: Because she really likes to dance, and to sing. She loves it.

Jake (louder): Abby - do you want to be a DANCER? Abby - do you want to be a DANCER?

Abby: OH! (her latest interjection that means, yes, or I like what you're saying.)

Me: What about you Jake? Do you know what you what to be when you grow up? Or maybe you're not sure yet?

Jake: No, I don't know.

(Pause)

Jake: Actually, I'm going to help Abby be a dancer. And Abby and me will live in our house forever.