This morning Grace popped into our bedroom all bright and cheery at 5:30 am. She was bubbly and talkative as little girls often are...and in the midst of this she waxed poetic about her future career aspirations.
GRACE: "Hey, when I grow up I'm going to be a fireman."
DAVE and ANN: "You are???"
GRACE: "Yep, I'm going to be a BIG FAT FIREMAN when I grow up!"
I can't wait to tell our policeman friend about this one. He'll be taking Grace to the police station soon to show her the benefits of being a motorcycle cop.
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I wonder why big and fat? Not good enough to be tall and thin?
I thought that too. If you could have seen the way she leaned back and stuck her belly out while exclaiming those words...it was pretty funny.
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