A couple of conversational gems from Babess over the last week.
“Mum, you know how I’m going to keep doing jazz?”
“Yes, sweetie.”
“I’m going to do lots of it and get really good. And…” she lowered her voice and leaned in to confide, “I might get… famous.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. And I’m going to do jazz until I’m nineteen.”
“Nineteen, huh? What will you do after that?”
“Tap.” She was very matter-of-fact, but paused to consider. “Or maybe that one where you dance by yourself.”
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Pearl & Babess were discussing what Babess might do when she grows up. “I’m going to work in a mall,” declared Babess. The Dad choked a little bit but luckily isn’t the sort to get distracted enough to drive off the road. The conversation in the back seat went on.
“Aren’t you going to rule the world?” Pearl asked, amused, and echoing a prediction I have made myself.
“No!” said Babess, incredulously. “I can’t do that. I’m not in the royal family! And besides, I’m not a man.” (The Dad heard that last bit; I didn’t, or I would have wept).
“You don’t have to be!” interrupted The Dad. “You could be elected President… The royal family don’t rule the world, anyway – actually no-one does, yet…”
“No, I’m going to work in a mall,” she decided.
Maybe she’ll rule the retail world?
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