What do you want to be when you grow up?

I had a lovely conversation with SnugBoy#2 (aged 2 and a half) yesterday. He was scrutinising a scar on my leg and asked me how/where/why/did it hurt etc etc. I explained to him that I had had an operation and a doctor had cut my leg to make it better. And so he decided, at that point, that he wanted to be a doctor when he grows up so he can “make people better”. But of course, he would need to take his doctors kit.

Previously he had wanted to be a vet, so he “can make animals better”. Are you detecting a theme here?

I can’t really remember wanting to be anything other than an Optometrist, certainly from about 14 years old. I vaguely recollect wanting to be a vet at once point, until I realised how hard it was. SnugBoy#1 has wanted to be everything from a digger driver to a pilot, and at the moment is insistent he wants to be “a Longleat keeper”.

So, I asked SnugMan what he had wanted to be. His reply – a binman. He aims high, that man! (Nothing against binmen, but it’s hardly the stuff dream careers are made of).

My mum has always wanted a doctor in the family, so it was with great pride that I told SnugBoy#2 to tell Grandma what he wanted to be when he is big. He sat in his chair, pulled himself up straight, and proudly announced…

… a giraffe!

This was very quickly followed by “But how will we make me into a giraffe, Mummy?”

I think I have a long way to go with this one.

Wish me luck, and console me with your tales of woeful career aspirations… please!