This morning at breakfast, Arlene tells me that she wants to be a cheerleader when she grows up.
Me: Do you want to cheer for a basketball team or a football team?
Her: (looking confused) I just want to be a cheerleader.
Me: Cheerleaders get in front of a crowd and cheer at games, is that what you want to do?
Her: I guess so.
Me: Being a cheerleader would be fun.
Her: (pausing, and I can tell she’s thinking hard) Well, I don’t know if I want to be at games. Could I just wear my skirt to my office?
Me: Cheerleaders don’t usually have offices.
Her: I’m going to be a cheerleader with an office when I grow up.
Me: You can just work in an office and wear a skirt.
Her: But that’s what you do. I don’t want to do that. I want to have fun at work.
You go girl.