When IJ was just three months old, one of our neighbours asked me what she was going to be when she grew up.
Now that struck me as an odd question given that she was less than a year old. It wasn't really something I as in a position to discuss with her and, as yet, I wasn't really sure where her interests would lie.
She was good at sleeping and dribbling but little else.
Yet it was a genuine question asked by someone living in the Surrey commuter belt who already had her children's name down for various private school in the area. They were all going to be doctors, of course. Either that or City bankers because at that time the City was the place to be.
I wonder what happened to that family, and the children who had their lives mapped out for them. I dread to think.
So, remembering her question this morning about what IJ was going to be when she grew, I asked her. She is six now so it's a more realistic time to be asking her than three months.
And her answer,
Not quite the answer I was expecting but at least she is learning to make her own choices in life.
