Aspirations

Dash came in to wake Mabel and me up one morning recently, because he thought his father was out running (which he wasn't, and I would have quite liked to catch a few more z's, but that's another complaint). The ensuing conversation, after some formalities like "Go away," and "Why are you here?" and "Please let us sleep," went like this.

Dash: Mabel, when you're a grownup, do you want to be the President?
Mabel: No, I want to be a carpet cleaner.
Me: A carpet cleaner?
Mabel: No, I didn't say carpet cleaner, I said comic reader.