What I Want To Be When I Grow Up

In the last month or so, for the first time ever, Anna has made some announcements:

• "When I grow up, I want to be a fish collector.
  I want to work at the fish store."
  (Hmmnn. All this as we comtemplate laying out, uh, 25K for a NYC Kindergarten education) Gee, I'm really glad that Petco opened that store up on 92nd & Broadway. At least we'll know she's nearby.
  

• "I want to be an astronaut so that I can see the earth when I am 36.
  And I'll go with my brothers when they are 21."

• Every night while we are putting on the brother's pajamas, we are required to close the door completely.
  So that Anna can knock on the outside of the door, and we can say 'Come in!'.
  So that Anna can announce that she is the baby nurse and that she is "an expert at taking care of babies". As in: "When they cry, I can give them things!"
  By far the best part of this routine is the alter-egos she selects in the form of her name. They all see to be some variation of 'Freya', who happens to be the very nice lady who plays the piano during Anna's ballet class. Who we have never spoken to except during the 'hello' song at the beginning of class.
  Nonetheless: in the past few weeks the name of the friendly brother baby nurse knocking at our door has been Freya, Fernanda, Frendita and Frendada to name a few. I keep asking about her sister Frittata--what's she been up to? I've heard she a good egg.
  heh heh.
  Anna doesn't get it.
  

So... fish 'collector' (impossible to tell at this point if PETA will be protesting in front of our home or not), astronaut, or baby nurse. Not a bad start at all.