Amy was gone tonight so Anya and I had a good long sit down and talk sort of dinner.
I asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up and she (of course) said, "paleontologist". I wanted to make sure that she wasn't just saying that because she knows it tickles me to have my 4.5 year old say "paleontologist" (let alone aspire to be one). Here is the actual conversation her and I had.
Dad: Why do you want to be a paleontologist?
Anya: Because I want to see dinosaurs
Dad: Well if you just wanted to see dinosaurs you could just work at a museum.
Anya: No. I want to see the dinosaurs in the dirt when I dig them up. Dad! You should be a paleontologist too!
Dad: Naw. I like to make things and be creative and lead groups of people. Paleontologist isn't my kind of job. But they DISCOVER things which is really cool and if you wanted to do that I think that would be great.
Anya: Well maybe you could NAME the Dinosaurs. That's creative, and that uses your brain.
Dad: Well, I tell you what, if you discover a new dinosaur, and you need a name for it, you let me know. But I'd probably just call it the Anyasaurus.
Which she thought was very funny.
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