Perhaps it is his impending birthday (the big five), but Son has begun considering the practical aspects of existence lately.
Son: Mom, do I have to have a job?
Me: Well, most adults have jobs because they have to pay for things, like rent and food.
Son: Why don't some people have jobs?
Me: Well, sometimes people can't find jobs, or they quit their jobs, or they aren't working for other reasons.
Son: What's another possibility?
(later, when I was tucking him in bed)
Son: Mom, when I'm older, I might have to quit my job.
Me: Why?
Son: I might, I might.
and
Son: When I'm a pilot, I'm going to have a mustache, because it makes you look like a real pilot, like on the cartoons.
3 comments:
Happy Birthday young son (I know, it was yesterday. I missed it.) I, too, when I grow up, plan to quit my job.
Happy Birthday to the Rossman. Now is a good time to start him learning his post moves and footwork.
I love small child-ese like this; I should post some of the things my nephew says.
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