From the mouths of babes

So I'm under Sarah's desk marking the wall where I will cut out the hole for gang box that will hold her wires for her internet connection and Amy (3 years old) strolls in under the desk to slowly and poetically say: "I just want to be an archy tect like my daddy." Alright, while I laugh and smile let me wipe these tears from my eyes. Where does she get these words?!