So I asked Jake what he wanted to be when he grows up.
"A race car driver" he says.
And then pauses.
"No, that's kind of dangerous. I might crash and lose a limb or something. Maybe I want to be an Australian Crocodile Hunter. 'ello mate."
And the pause.
"No, that's probably not very safe either. Maybe a basketball player. Or a soccer player."
pause. pause. pause.
"Actually, none of those sound okay. I think I'll be a Chuck-E-Cheese worker."
To which big sister Dani adds her support:
"Nope. That's not a good one either, Jake. A dirty kid could kick you in the tenders."
"It's either that or crocodiles." he says.