Tonight we were driving home and Samantha said, "When I grow up, I'm going to be a mail carrier."
I said, "Well, that's awesome. But, you might want a back up plan - I doubt mail carriers exist when you are grown up."
She said, "You know, I don't think I'll be a mail carrier after all. I plan on being a pop star."
Maybe a mail carrier wasn't such a bad idea after all.