The other day, Hanna told me, “Mom, I think I want to be a Fossil Detector when I grow up. Not the kind that goes into caves, too dark, bleh. I want to be the kind of Fossil Detector that sits down and sifts through warm sand.”
Fos-sil De-tec-tor (Fos-uh-l Dih-tek-ter) alternate meaning: Jobless Beach Bum
