pooper scooper

dave and i have lots of conversations with ellen about various jobs she could have when she gets older. we talk about all kinds of possibilities - everything from mcdonalds to a police officer to a postal worker to a librarian. pretty much anytime she notices someone working we think about it as a possibility and what might be fun about it. for instance, she really thought sweeping would be fun about working at mcdonalds. here's the latest: (during a diaper change) ellen: I really like poop! dave: you do?! i know i know, maybe when you get older you can go around to people's yards and pick up all the dog poop. would that be a good idea? ellen: yeah!! my poor, poor baby.