The Boy: Mom, I changed my mind.
Me: About what?
The Boy: I don't want to be a firefighter helicopter pilot anymore (which he's wanted to be for 2 years now).
Me: Well, what do you want to be?
The Boy: I want to go to daddy's school and become a police officer.
*Since this conversation he's been practicing everything he thinks a police officer knows how to do...but mainly it consists of walking several paces from a window and turning around, fairly quickly, and shooting a suction dart at a desired area (he closes the blinds half way so it becomes more of a challenge).