When I Grow Up

When I Grow Up

 

 

When I Grow Up

4 year old: Mommy when I grow up I DO NOT want to be a doctor.

Me: Oh really, why?

Her: Because I am NOT cleaning up all that puke.

Me: [laughs] Yeah, puke is pretty gross.

Me: What do you think you want to be when you grow up?

Her: Dunno. NOT a Vet.

Me: Okay…


Her: What do you want to be when you grow up?

Me: I think I’m already there. I already do what I wanted to do.

Her: Like what?

Me: Writer, teacher, mommy, helping others. Those are all pretty cool things.

Her: [shakes head] No, you really have to pick one.

Me: Nope. That’s the cool thing about being a grown up, you get to choose. I choose to do many things.

Her: I know what I want to be when I grow up.

Me: Really? What?

Her: A grandma.

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