When I was only two I wanted to be a neonatal nurse. It was a big word for a little person. Today, when he climbed into the car after preschool, The Rock Star informed me that he wants to be a paleontologist. Pronounced pay-e-on-ta-gehst, of course. I guess preschool was all about dinosaurs today. When the teacher opened the car door she said, "Tell mom what you did today." She's never said anything like that so I figured that, whatever it was, it was a big deal to Garrett. He grinned at me.
"We dug up dinohors and I want to be a payeontagehst when I get bigger."
Me: You do? Wow!
Miss S: He had fun today.
G: Yeah! I learned all about dinohors!
Later I asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, just so I could hear the way he said the six syllable word. (I've asked him about 100 times since. He may change his mind just so he can stop saying it.)
G: I want to be a hire highter and an ambulance man and a payeontagehst.
Me: Maybe you should pick just one.
G: (with distress in his voice) But I really want to be all those guys.
Me: Okay. That's fine. You can change careers a lot.