“Yes I am,” V said, rather vehemently. “I told my mama, and now I’m a firefighter.”
“No,” Mr. Dreamsquisher insisted, louder this time. “You have to have training. And be a grownup.”
V was unphased by this, though, and simply restated her earlier point, matching his volume. “No. I told Mama, so now I’m a firefighter.” Then she shrugged her shoulders and looked the other way as Mr. Kindergartener rolled his eyes at his mother. She whispered “It’s pretend, honey. That’s okay if she wants to pretend.”I rolled my eyes at V and as she took my hand, I told her she could be a firefighter if she wanted to. She said, “I know.” Then we wandered away to jump in some puddles together.