*In my confused quest to do something with my life, I decide to ask my son what he thinks I should do; since I have no idea myself.
Me: Hey Noah, if you could give me any job in the world to do, what job would you give me? What should I do for work?
Noah: I would want you to be happy.
Me: Awwww. Thank you, but what should I do for a job? Like, what should Mommy do when she grows up?
Noah: You should do whatever you want to do.
Me: Ok, but I don't know what I want to do. What do you think I want to do?
Noah: I think you should be a police lady.
Me: Really? Why?
Noah: 'Cuz you're beautiful.
Me: ...and police ladies are beautiful?