I asked Mallory the other day what she wanted to be when she got bigger.
Her reply was “When I get bigger, I’m going to have a wedding. And wear a dress like the one in the picture that was on the wall by our table in our house (our wedding picture)” She has an insanely weird photographic-like memory for stuff like this – it’s bizarre.
I asked what she wanted to do for her job. She said she wanted to do what I do at my work. Really?
Me: “But don’t you maybe want to be a doctor? Or a ballerina?”
Sweet girl said she didn’t want to be a doctor, because doctors can’t be mommies. I honestly have no idea why she thinks this.
I pointed out that Dr B (my doctor when I was pregnant with both kids) is a mommy AND a doctor. And so is Dr S, Mallory’s pediatrician.
She tried to wrap her head around that for a bit and then changed the subject.
The good news is that maybe we can save money on a wedding dress in 25+ years if she is willing to wear my old wedding dress!
ETA: Also, when she grows up, Mallory is going to drive a big car like daddy’s. But drive fast like mommy. :-)