Daddy took me to the health museum for a construction exhibit. I got to wear a hard had like Daddy does and used a hammer too.
Daddy told me I can be anything I want when I grow up, it's all up to me.
Maybe a painter. It brings out my artistic side.
A crane operator makes a great living and has a lot of responsibility.
Maybe a magician like that clown in Vegas who got eaten by the tiger.
Daddy says I'd be a good plumber because I'm always showing my crack.
Perhaps I will aspire to be a factory worker pulling the double shift on some manufacturing assembly line. Ah, how proud I could be as the girl on an Indonesian factory floor cranking out some crappy plastic do-dads bound for the U.S.
Maybe just a circus freak. That could be fun! Daddy says he's afraid of Carnies though. Whatever I decide, I sure had fun pretending.
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