My girl's been many things over the last few weeks:
a builder of butterfly nests
a dressmaker (well, grass-skirt maker)
a flower shop owner
However, this evening, at dinner, she informed me that when she is bigger she is going to go to university to learn how to make dolls. She went on to elaborate: she is actually going to learn how to make sick dolls better. At this point, she broke into song: "Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick..." So we're going to have a doll-doctor in the family. How fabulous is that?