I don't know if it's the presence of Miley Cyrus and Selena Gomez, but my little girls are smitten with the notion of being famous.
(Okay, so when I was in kindergarten I wouldn't play Hannah Montana, but Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. Guess my students get points for pretending to be a real, live human being instead of a 2D picture.)
So it was no shock to the assistant with whom I share a classroom when Precious looked her straight in the eye the other day and said, "Mrs. Genius!! I'm going to be a star when I grow up!" (Yes, I refer to my para as a Genius because she is. For real.)
Mrs. Genius is a kind, caring adult to she inquired, "Wow! What kind of star are you going to be?"
Precious pauses for a moment, taking this question seriously.
Mrs. Genius has seen Precious turn the tears on like a faucet, sing incessantly, and dance around the room so she's wondering if Precious will parlay those acting, singing, and dancing skills into a triple threat or devote her time to pursuing one career path.
After a brief rest, Precious replies, "A purple one. Or maybe orange. Or maybe clear."
I cannot make this up.