People wonder why I think Faith is "quirky."

A conversation Faith and Dad had coming home from piano lesson today, 10/13/10.
Faith: So . . . what should I be when I grow up?
Dad: Oh, well, I think a doctor.
Faith: Why do you always say that?
Dad: I think you’d be good at it. . . . You could be a teacher.
Faith: Well, after I got used to the fur I could be an animal doctor.
Dad: Oh, a veterinarian?
Faith: Yeah. Or I could hide toys and people could find them.
Dad: What?
Faith: I could hide toys in places and kids would find them.
Dad: What kind of job is that?
Faith: Or I could sell furniture.
Dad: Oh?
Faith: I could sell furniture and clothes and hide toys.
Dad: So you want to go into retail?
Faith: What that?
Dad: Selling stuff, like furniture.
Faith: Or I could do food.
Dad: Eating food? A job eating food? Anyone can eat food.
Faith: No, not eating.
Dad: Oh.
Faith: It’s—what’s it called?
Dad: A grocer. Someone who sells groceries.
Faith: No, not that.
Dad: A restaurateur. You want to run a restaurant?
Faith: Yeah. And maybe sell furniture.
Dad: You’d probably have to go to school for that. Or—you could work your way up.
Faith: Yeah, I would climb trees and hide the toys up high.

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