So, I'm sitting on the toilet and Naomi says to me, "When I'm big, I want to dig for human bones and make them into skeletons".
Naomi was born with a taste for the macabre. She doesn't know this, but her favorite filmmaker is Tim Burton, the actor she will watch in anything is Johnny Depp (right now she's grooving on Edward Scissorhands). She was fascinated with the BodyWorlds exhibit when we took her last year. She had quite the love affair with the bookstore's toy skeleton, named, obviously, Mr. Bones.
As my mind raced among sociopathological possibilities I was surely inducing by inflicting such stress as divorce upon her tender psyche, I stalled and asked her a question "Like, for your job?"
"for a job!" Now she's excited. She wants to go get a job RIGHT NOW working with human remains. Great.
Is my daughter going to be a forensic pathologist? Or an archeologist? Or a reclusive bone collector? Time will tell.
But if you ask her what she wants to be when she grows up, she will now answer "I wanna be an arche-cologist! And dig for human bones!"
I've cast my vote.