Earlier this weekend, I was reading a book with both boys about a firefighter, and I asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up. I expected them to answer that they wanted to be firefighters, since that's what we were talking about.
Just as I suspected, Monkey talked about being a firefighter (but also a zookeeper, which surprised me), but Jabber shook his head.
"No, I'm not going to be a firefighter," he said. He seemed so completely certain--totally confident in his decision.
"You don't want to fight fires?" I asked.
"Well, no," he said. No hesitation. "Because I'm going to be a tattoo artist."