Elliot and her wee friends are obsessed with the grown-up world lately. It always fascinates me to see them try to work out pieces of the puzzle – particularly when it comes to working. For the past several months, Elliot has been announcing that she is going to be a doctor. We play doctor for hours on end, rotating who is the patient with any number of crazy illnesses (I’ve discovered why you’re knee hurts. There’s a tiny dinosaur living in it! You will be treated with magic teddy bear medicine and tickles.)
Last week, when I dropped Elliot off at preschool, one of the girls walked through the door and announced to everyone within earshot, “Guess what? When I grow up, I’m going to be a stock broker.” These girls have lofty goals.
It was surprising to me that after all this talk of stock brokers and doctors that I should have the following conversation with Elliot:
Elliot: Mommy? When I grow up, I’m not gonna get a job.
Me: You’re not? What are you going to do then?
Elliot: I’m just gonna go shopping every day.
Me: And how will you get the money do do that?
Elliot looking at me with her characteristic “well, duh!” expression: It’s just gonna be in my purse.
Me: So it’ll just magically fill with money?
Elliot: Yup. Thinks for a moment. Or a man give it to me.
My darn parents didn’t even tell me that was an option!!
whoa. it’s the 1950’s all over again, LOL!
I wish her luck. I married rich, unfortunately that’s his name, not his financial status LOL
Ha! Funny!
I was thinking recently that the concept of money is so intangible to kids (or atleast mine) because I always use a debit card or credit card. A hard concept to teach a 6 year old right now…
And I wanted a unicorn for Christmas one year.
Oh, how fun to be able to live in fantasyland.
funny thing, for rich people, the money does seem to magically fill their purse. I swear it’s in their head.
Hey, let a man give it to her, as long as it’s in the form of stock options in her name and she has a degree behind her.
Scary….really. Where do they come up with this….and considering her uber-feminist mother, I’m sure you were really happy to hear that!!!
Oh she cracks me up something fierce!
when she finds this money-dispensing man, will you ask if he has a brother, or even, say, a distant cousin who might want to move to Illinois?
So young, and yet so wise. I didn’t think to marry rich until about two years ago. Five years after I married my husband. He needs to just inherit some money or something so I can acheive my goal.
That’s what I said! LOL!
LOL – where do they get these ideas?
Scary actually.
Heh. Classic!
You really ought to stop letting her watch The Bachelor.
I like the way that kid thinks. LOL.
haha! too funny!
LOL!!
Oh boy…
Bahaha clearly this goes with the Princess life style!!!
Tell her not to marry a historic preservationist then. Because my wallet? Empty!
You go girl! Out of the mouths of babes eh?
ha! the girl knows she’s going to be a princess for a living…which means she needs a wealthy man at her side!
And here I spent all those years dating fellow poverty-stricken journalists… !
Ah, yes. My daughter thinks that money can be manufactured at home with some green construction paper and a pair of scissors.
I guess she’s right, though.
Funny. That’s what I want to do when I grow up, too.
Go Elliot!
(and good luck there, girl…..)
She is brilliant!
Ah, the confidence of youth.
I suck and have tagged you for a meme. You can thank me after you’re done killing me.
Hahaha! Dude, I adore your daughter. Don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t be long before she figures out how to have the best of both worlds.
I wish I would have thought of that at her age. Wait I wish I would have thought of that at my age. Marry rich, hum, maybe next time.