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."