Mom, what do you want to be when you grow up?

The following is a conversation I had with 5 1/2 year old Tyler at dinner last week.

Tyler: Mom, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Me: I am what I want to be; I'm a mommy.

Tyler: No, I mean like a nurse or a doctor?

Me: (silently contemplating my answer)

Joel: Oh, a nurse I like that!

Tyler: What about one of those girls with the fluffy things?

Me: Fluffy things?

Tyler: You know at the football games those girls with the fluffy things?

Me: Cheerleaders?

Tyler: Yes, cheerleaders.

Joel: Nurse-cheerleader I like where this is going.