Brownie: I think I want to be a chef. I'm good at cooking.
Me: Yes, you always help me cook. You could do that.
(Insert big sigh from Brownie)
Me: What, dearie?
Brownie: It's so hard to decide what I want to be when I grow up. I'm SO talented. I like to dance, I like art, my singing is great, and I write great books. I guess I'll need to be more than one thing. People deserve it.
Me: Okay! (I'm actually a little afraid we'll all be working for her one day).
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