What do you want to be when you grow up?
It’s a common question for one human to ask another, especially a child.
But what about other things. What does the puppy want to be? A search and rescue worker? A family pet?
What about a fruit? Do they want to be in a shortcake? A pie? A lunchbox?
I look at this little grouping of pears and wonder how many of them will make it to ripe? What will be their fate? I’m thinking a nice salad in the botanical garden restaurant would be a good place to end.
Have you another idea?
I have always enjoyed my cousin’s comment. At 70, she was wondering what she was going to be when she grew up.