I brought my car to Jiffy Lube for an oil change the other day (much to my husband's chagrin). While we were there, Mason announced from the backseat that when he grows up he wants to be a garage worker. Me: "Good for you, honey! That's a nice idea" I only said that in case any of the 'garage workers' were able to hear us. Not that it's a bad job, but I'll admit that I have higher aspirations for my son. Should I feel bad about that?
M: Mom, what do you want to do when you grow up?
K: I am grown up.
M: Then what are you?
K: I'm a mom.
M: But, what are you?
K: I told you - I'm a mom.
M: Yeah, I know you're a mom, but what are you really?
K: (supressing the urge to delve into why being a mom IS an occupation) I'm a paralegal.
M: Oh, cool.
I'm still wondering why my first answer wasn't good enough for a 4-yr. old?
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