The other day we drove past some road construction and Tommy was fascinated by the giant hole the construction workers were digging in the middle of the road.
T: "What are they doin' mom?"
M: "Digging a hole."
T: "why?" (I equal parts hate and love the why phase.)
M: "because it's their job."
T: "to earn all the money money?"
T: "why's it's their job mom?"
M: "because it's what they chose to do when they grew up."
T: "what I'm gonna be when I get a grown up?"
M: "You can be anything you want when you grow up. You get to choose."
M: "What do you think you'll want to be when you grow up?"
T: "A HOLE digger.
or an ice cream guy!
or a drive-er! Mom! I could DRIVE when I grown up!"
This child has high hopes - and who am I to shatter that kind of dream?