|My brother apparently wants to be a dog. And my parents... don't get me started.|
Or a doctor.
|Have you ever seen someone so happy about healthcare?|
A ballroom dancer...
All that's missing is the rose between my teeth.
... or a Broadway dancer.
I've got the moves like Fosse.
I could take over for Santa.
|I'd make Everett bribe me for "Nice List" status.|
|I've already perfected my game face.|
I hear they're looking for a new Indiana Jones.
|Ethiana Jones and the Tunnel of Hay.|
I've also considered competitive eater...
|I've taken down a whole pizza by myself.|
... race car driver
|Caught red-handed behind the wheel.|
... bull rider
|I'll get comfortable on the back of a statue, then upgrade to the ones that move.|
... and being a model for a cough syrup box.
|Pathetic? Yep. Cute? You betcha. The Robitussin will sell like hotcakes.|
There's always a red-carpet-walking A-list actor.
|I've already got adoring fans.|
Or perhaps a Lumberjack.
|Psssst... I'm down here!|
|There I am.|
I'm not really sure what the future holds for me. But you'd better believe that whatever it is, it's gonna be 60-100* awesome.
*Note from Sarah: Ethan's go-to superlative is 100. If something is a lot, it's 100. If it's a whole lot, it's 60-100. The other day he told me, "Mama, I love you 60-100 always." I adore that kid.