Today, as we were in the check out line at the craft store, the Boy and I had this little dialogue:
Boy: Mommy, you know how there is a really smart lady on Bones?
Me: Yes, but how do you know that?
Boy: You told me.
Me: Oh, yes. And?
Boy: Well, I bet people would say that she's born to do the work that she does.
Me: Because she loves it and is good at it?
Then, about 20 minutes later in the car:
Me: So, Buddy, at this point do you have any idea what you were "born to do"?