Demon Baby, most of the time, plans to be a rock star. He wants to play guitar, and the kid has astounding rhythm. He doesn't walk from room to room. He bops his head and plays air guitar and moves like a rock star, hearing his own song. He takes "marching to a different drummer" to whole new levels.
Occasionally, he talks of going to outer space. He doesn't plan to go as an astronaut, but through magical powers, so . . . I don't know about that.
However, he has an entirely new career choice.
"So, Demon Baby, what do you want to be when you grow up?" I asked, making conversation.
"I do know, but I thought I would check."
"All right then, I don't need to tell you."
"So you're still settled on rock star?"
"Well, then you haven't informed me. Because that was the last thing I knew you wanted to be."
"That's a maybe. Or I might do that too. But I have a totally better, really awesome job I'm going to do."
"Great! Let's hear it."
"I'm going to be the Tooth Fairy."
"All right. Great. Bring braces for your sister so I don't have to pay the orthodontist $5,000."
He hopped down from the chair he was standing on.
"A Tooth Fairy who also plays guitar," he said, as he bopped on out of the room.