Pippin and I were talking at bedtime about what he wants to be when he grows up. He quite decisively said he wants to be a farmer, but then in typical Pippin fashion somehow brought up cowboys. I asked him what cowboys do. He replied musingly, "I think they play happily. And maybe take care of scarecrows." Man, why does the child want to be a farmer when he could do THAT?!
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