my little rennaisance woman

So, my daughter has a homeschool assignment that she is currently working on: write words, or phrases, that describe what you want to be, or do, when you grow up. She's been working away. she asks me how to spell some words as she goes along:

Loli: Mom, how do you spell "Artist?"
(aw. she's said she wants to be an artist ever since she was four years old. My cute little artist.)

I spell it for her. A moment later:

Loli: Mom, how do you spell, "Baker?":
(Cute. I can see her in a little baker's cap... a smudge of flower on her nose..)

I spell it for her. A moment later:

Loli: Mom, how do you spell "musician?"
(whoa. she knows the word, musician? where did she learn that?)

I spell it for her. A moment later:

Loli: Mom, how do you spell, "train?"
(Huh?)

I spell it for her. A moment later:

Loli: Mom, how do you spell, "nurse?"

My head is starting to swim. This is one girl who can pay for her own college. That's all I have to say about that.