We were discussing all the funny things the children said they want to be when the grow up. There were some corkers.
Longshanks has pretty much always wanted to be farmer. At one time, though it was a stud farmer with a ranch that was the size and situation of Hungary. He was going to take over the entire country and get everyone to work for him.
Miss Friendship wanted to be a monkey, a window cleaner or a helicopter pilot.
Rich Tea boy, consistently from about the age of 2 onwards has wanted to be a scientific researcher working with animals.
And Miss Puddleduck? Well, the other day she declared, having said for a while that she wants to be a horse woman or a farmer, that she is going to be an Indian when she grows up. By that she means Red Indian.
Today, I see she is training for her future career.
I was a little surprised when she asked me quite matter of fact,
“Shall I shoot the cockerel, or not?” I had expressed a desire to turn him into a Sunday Roast as he is vicious and unsafe where children are concerned. She decided that she would help make my wishes come true. Tim stands in Charlie’s defence, unfortunately, but I should say that I told her not to shoot the cockerel with a bow and arrow. It would not be good and most likely to end with him hurt and her being attacked by him.
I still don’t know what I am going to be when I grow up.