Last year, if you asked Captain Jelly Belly what he wanted to be when he grew up, he’d say, “A Daddy.” Aw.

Then last night, over dinner:

CJB: Mommy, know what I want to be when I grow up?
Me: What’s that, honey?
CJB: A teacher.
Me: How nice!
CJB: Gal Smiley, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Gal: A Mommy.
CJB, rolling eyes: Yes, but what do you want to do?

Is it too early for a talk about feminist principles?