It appears Fluffy’s culinary ambitions will admit none of this family nonsense.
Fluffy: I’m not going to be a mommy. I’m going to be a baker.
Me: But wouldn’t you be sad if you never had any babies of your own?
Fluffy: I wouldn’t be sad. Bakers are never sad. Bakers are always happy.
Fluffy: I’m not going to get married.
Me: You don’t have to get married if you don’t want to, but you probably will want to someday.
Fluffy: I don’t want to get married because I don’t want to get shots in my tummy.
Me: You might not have to. Most people don’t have to get shots in their tummy when they’re pregnant, just me, Fluffy. You probably won’t need them.
Fluffy: Well, I’m going to be a baker anyway.
Me: You could be a baker and a mommy. Lots of bakers are mommies, too.
Fluffy: (pause) My tummy is saying it is a little bit hungry for a treat.