“Dad, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?” the red-headed girl asked me during the pool-side chat.
“What’s that dear?”
“A vulcanologist!” she replied.
“You want to study volcanoes?” I asked… ” I thought you wanted to be a singer.”
“Oh yeah! Well, I can do both!” she exclaimed.
“So you want to be a singing vulcanologist?”
I have no doubt she will be able to pull it off famously.