The kids have chosen their professions

Tonight at bedtime, after the kids had their story and a final bathroom run, Boy Wonder tells me that he and his sister have just decided what they want to be when they grow up. Always interested in what's going on in their minds, I was eager to hear the rest.

Really? What do you want to be.

(Ready?)

My sister wants to be a fish.

OK. Not what I was expecting. I was not expecting a doctor or lawyer or futures broker, but I really was not expecting a fish.

He convinced her she had to pick something real. She came up with a firefighter and he wants to be a mail carrier. A firefighter is a fine profession, but being a fish sounds less dangerous. Maybe she should hold out for that one.