I was having a discussion with my boys the other day on future careers. Their answers were interesting albeit not surprising. As usual, the perfectionist stole the show.
Lawyer: When I grow up, I’m going to be a pro-football player.
Lawyer: Heh–they don’t call me “Shutdown” for nothing. I’m going to rule the field and drive a ferrari.
Professor: When I grow up, I’m going to be a SWAT guy.
Me: Really? Why?
Professor: Because I love shooting things.
Professor: Don’t worry, Babe. I’m only going to shoot the BAD guys.
Me: Well, that’s a relief.
I turn to my four year old and ask him what he’s going to be when he grows up.
Perfectionist: When I gwoooh up, I’m gonna be a wegular (regular) person and marry you, Babe.
Can I bottle him up and keep him this age forever?