(sitting at the dinner table)
Fi: I wish to be a chef when I grow up. (yes, she does talk that way, the little nerd)
Rose: I want to be a mommy when I grow up.
Me: Well, those are great choices! But remember you can choose to be a mommy AND have a career etc. (feminist propaganda about being superwoman follows here)
Rose: Well, I want to be a mommy. A mommy in a box.
Me & Fi: (perplexed looks on our faces)
|Her Morbid Sweetness|
Rose: Why can't I be a mommy in a box?
Me: Well honey, you can be whatever you want to be, but...What kind of mommy is in a box?
Rose: A dead mommy! (smiles with delight)
Okay, at this point I have sorted out that she wants to be a mummy. But, what kind of kid wants to be dead in a box as her chosen profession? Of course, Rosie's cheerful morbidity astounds us all...quite regularly.