November 10, 2008

The best job in the world

This morning Bright was very fussy so I got down at eye-level with him and, trying to change the mood, I asked, "When you grow up to be a man, what do you want your job to be every day?"

He didn't respond, but he quit crying. I continued, "A fireman?"

"I decided something else," he said, sniffling.

"A policeman?" I suggested (I was beginning to sound like a kindergarten teacher).

"I decided something else," he repeated.

"Well, what have you decided?" I asked.

"I'm going to play with my children."