what do you want to be when you grow up?
Yesterday in my studio:
"Otto drive Otto's car go work."
"Oh, you're driving to work, huh? Where do you work?"
"No, mama. Otto drive car for work."
"Oh. What kind of work do you do? Are you a taxi driver? A race car driver?"
"Otto mailman."
Then he picked up a white-painted section of 2x4 I have in my studio, drove over to where Henry was sitting in his bouncy seat, and set it on his belly and said "letter for Henry!" Then we spent a while making up play letters for him to deliver, and he spent a good hour driving around with his mailbag delivering letters all over the house. So cute!