My daughter's obsessed with the body. 

After everything... absolutely every bump, scrape, fall ... even suggestion that she might get hurt, she asks, "and will I bleed?"  It's to the point that we let her know whether or not bleeding will be involved before she can even ask.  [it's also become quite a useful weapon! "Ellie stop climbing on that or you will fall and bleed!"]

She's also quite caught up in how calcium will give her strong bones.  How she has blood in her.  Is there sugar in this?  Is this good for me?  Will this rot my teeth?  And her biggest concern still, is becoming tall. 

Last night began a rather uncomfortable discussion regarding God and death.  Will I die, will grandma die, will she die?  Why do they put us in the dirt.  I don't want to be in the dirt. ... this conversation just kept going from bad to worse, to awful, to horrible... I thought it would never end.  She should not be pondering life and death at three.

For the last few months, we've been convinced that she would grow up to become a florist due to her intense love of all things that grow.  She tells us the names of flowers that we've never even heard of.  She began asking lately where things grow, Strawberries, Peanuts, and today she threw me off my game when she asked where popcorn came from, and I had to think about it! 

This morning however I did some rethinking, and I've decided that maybe given her obsession with the human body, maybe she will be Dr. Ellen Batson.

Then a thought occurred to me!

How profitable would it be if she became a doctor, and owned a florist shop on the side!  She could treat her patients then turn and hand her florist business card to the family members and say, "give me a call, I'll give you a 10% patient discount" 


Money hand over fist... I'm tellin' ya!