This conversation with the Littlest Brewster last night has me a little concerned about her life plans…
Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
LB: I want to be a scary.
Me: A scary? What does that do?
LB: It goes ROAR!!!
Me: You don’t want to be something nice, like a fairy queen? Or a princess?
LB: No, I want to be the Huntsman (from Snow White). And I will get that girl. (Said with conviction and a little bit of glee… In fact, she was practically rubbing her hands together in anticipation.)
So my daughter wants to be a scary villian when she grows up. I guess there are worse things to aspire to.