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| My brother apparently wants to be a dog. And my parents... don't get me started. |
Or a doctor.
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| 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.
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| I'd make Everett bribe me for "Nice List" status. |
Be the world's nicest T-Rex.
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| I'm an herbivore, I promise. |
Or become a famous baseball player!
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| I've already perfected my game face. |
I hear they're looking for a new Indiana Jones.
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| Ethiana Jones and the Tunnel of Hay. |
I've also considered competitive eater...
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| I've taken down a whole pizza by myself. |
... race car driver
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| Caught red-handed behind the wheel. |
... bull rider
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| 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.
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| Pathetic? Yep. Cute? You betcha. The Robitussin will sell like hotcakes. |
There's always a red-carpet-walking A-list actor.
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| I've already got adoring fans. |
Or perhaps a Lumberjack.
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| Psssst... I'm down here! |
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| 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.
