Shmoogie is wearing a fireman costume and pouting, "I still don't know what I'm going to be when I grow up!"
You don't need to know, I say. She frowns, then has an idea, "I just feel like being queen."
You want to be a queen when you grow up?
"Yeah," she says, "Queen of the World."
Her dejected mood returns in an instant, though, "But then I'd just be sitting down and making orders."
She looks at me, daring me to deny the grim reality of queenly life, then looks away again, "And waiting and waiting and waiting..."