One of my favorite lines ever from my youngest, at the age of four, comes at the end of this scenario:
I'm driving the three kids somewhere, probably a birthday party, which seems to be about the only places I drive them it seems, and they're about 8, 6, and 4 at the time.
"What do you want to be, Reeve, when you grow up?"
"Astronaut."
"And you, middle daughter?"
"A horse trainer."
"And you, youngest girl?"
Pause.
"I want to be a cheetah."
Gotta love it. She has wanted to shape shift since she was four. She's eight now, and it's still her biggest dream. Ah, childhood.
