My youngest daughter, Bee, is six years old.
One evening, she suddenly said,
"Mom, when I grow up and if I don't have any idea
what I should be, I will be a dog or a cat."
"What?" I was so surprised.
When my eldest daughter and I were children,
we had more realistic dreams.
When Pon was six, she was anxious that she would fail to
get a license for teaching in a kindergarden.
Dogs and cats are smaller than people, of course.
Bee doesn't understand the concept of growing up.
Thanks to jeltzz, leypb and crescendas for correcting my English.