Friday, February 18, 2011
When I grow up...
A couple weeks ago Kylynn had to go to pre-school dressed up as what she wants to be when she grows up, she chose a ballerina, and that was the end of that as far as she was concerned. But when she came home that day, she asked Jack what do you want to be when you grow up? Well let's just say Jack has taken this question to heart, decided to ponder it for hours upon hours, always out loud.
Approximately ever 1.5 seconds, for the last two weeks, Jack says, Mommy, when I grow up, and fills it in with various possibilities. Here are the ones I hear most often
*a firefighter-who will wear a hat and help people
* a baseball game (he means a baseball player)
* a football guy
* have a water gun
* a cowboy
* a grandpa
His birthday is coming up soon and I'm trying to decide what type of cake to do and he changes so often I just can't decide what he's loving right now the most. But I love hearing the hopes and dreams of a soon to be three year old and feel grateful that God saw it fit to give him a future full of possibilites.