(a little stereotypical, but I'm the one dressing her for now.
Once she can choose I fully expect her to be an engineer
or astronaut or a queen, or maybe all three, it's up to her.)
Me: "We don't shoot people, only monsters."
Raccoon: "What about bad people, Mommy?"
Me: "Sometimes, people start out bad but then
become good, so it's not up to us to decide."