Last night: "Mommy - when I eat lots of vegetables and grow up I want to be strong like you... but I won't have a ponytail because I'm a boy. Okay?"
Tonight: "When I grow up I am going to be a guitar man and a doctor man and a rocket man and a fixer man and a driving man and a spaceship man and a doctor man and a driving man and a guitar man."
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