Every time DD (now 12) visits me at my office I hear the following monologue:

"Office parks make me depressed. Every time I drive past an office park, I just get down. And carpet stores... carpet stores are very depressing. And stores that sell paintings, not galleries, but stores that sell those prints of paintings -- those make me depressed too..."

Seriously, I've been listening to this litany since she was tiny. Recently, I started using it as a jumping off point for discussing possible future careers.