On becoming a snake

So today, Amy was really loud while I was on the phone. I mean loud: yelling, screaming, crying. She knew she was being naughty. After a time-out/cool down/and spanking we sat down for a chat.
"Amy," I began, "Do you know why mommy insists you learn good manners?"
"No," she sobbed.
"You are an extremely intelligent and beautiful young lady. I want you to learn to be respectful so that others will listen to what you have to say. If you don't learn to be respectful, you won't be very successful in life. I want Amy to be whatever she wants to be," I continued. "You can be a rocket scientist, a doctor, a dentist..."
"I know what I want to be," Amy interrupted.
"What?" I asked, with eager anticipation.
"When I grow up," she said with great deliberation, "I want to be a SNAKE!"