My daughter informed me tonight that she intends to be a street mime when she grows up.
She said that she even expected tomatoes to be thrown at her if she isn't good enough, and if that were to happen, she would move to another city. If that didn't work out, she'd move again. She intends to wreak havoc on all fifty states, then her backup plan will be all seven continents. Then, if tomatoes are still being thrown, she'll work in the desert.
Clearly she was trying to get all of her talking out of the way.