“How old do you think I’ll be when I first put my fist into a boxing glove?”
“Because I’ll probably be quite old. Much older than I am now”
“Because you know, I think I should take up boxing for a bit…”
Oh….kay. Hang on, what?
“…yes, because as you know, I intend to be an author”
Rrrright. Er… you do? Since when?
“…and authors should do lots of things so that they can write about them”
“…and I want to do some boxing. And be a police officer. And a nurse. And a doctor of course, you can’t be a nurse and not be a doctor, you know…”
“…but I think I should probably do boxing when I’m 20. And be a soldier. And a teacher.”
Er… are you Ernest Hemingway or something?
“…because I need to find out what I’m going to do when I’m older quickly. I am seven, you know.”
You don’t need to…
“I’m nearly eight.”
“Who is Ernest Hemingway anyway?”
“I MADE A RHYME!”
Yes. Yes, you did.