Fancy Ambitions
Cora, standing on a step stool watching me cook supper: What tan I be when I'm a big dirl?
Me: I don't know. You can be anything you want when you're a big girl.
Cora: Like what?
Me: You could be a teacher.
Cora: Oh.
Me: Or a nurse. That's what I do.
Cora: Oh. A nuhse?
Me: Yep. Or you could own a store.
Cora: Nope.
Me: Or a restaurant?
Cora: Nope.
Me: Then what do you want to do?
Cora: I want to be Fancy Nancy. I do'ed it at Halloween-time. I even weared walking heels. The pink fancy ones. I just want to be Fancy Nancy when I am a big dirl.
Me: I don't know. You can be anything you want when you're a big girl.
Cora: Like what?
Me: You could be a teacher.
Cora: Oh.
Me: Or a nurse. That's what I do.
Cora: Oh. A nuhse?
Me: Yep. Or you could own a store.
Cora: Nope.
Me: Or a restaurant?
Cora: Nope.
Me: Then what do you want to do?
Cora: I want to be Fancy Nancy. I do'ed it at Halloween-time. I even weared walking heels. The pink fancy ones. I just want to be Fancy Nancy when I am a big dirl.
