Do you have any plans?
Ever the inveterate planner, I was trumped by my four year old the other day in the car.
It could have been the fact that it was 7:30 AM and there were six wide awake children in the car I was auto-piloting to school, or it could be that I have given birth to someone who has already "out-planned" me.
CB had been sitting in the back talking with N about playing dentist after the big kids were all at school. (While she has a healthy, okay-perhaps slightly unhealthy, fear of dentists and doctors; she LOVES to pretend to be those very same things.) Overhearing her, The Boy decided to get into the conversation and perhaps antagonize the pre-schooler a little bit.
The Boy (to CB): Hey, CB, are you going to play dentist later?
The Boy: Maybe you'll even BE a dentist when you grow up?
The Boy: No?! Well, why not?
CB: Because, she announced decisively, I have other plans!