In line at the grocery store:
L: Mom, what do you want to be when you grow up?
me: I want to be your and Evan's mommy.
L: What? No, you can't be a mommy... You need to be a farmer.
me: A farmer? I can't be your mommy?
L: No, you can be a farmer.
Very well then. I'll be a farmer and Lucas will be a fire fighter.