Ism of the Week

Cael has been contemplating his future a lot this week.  Whether it be in reference to his future career or what he'd like to name his children someday (Toot and Cheekerbottom), he has definitely adopted a long-term approach to living.  And just yesterday, Cael considered that the rest of us may have a future too.

"Mommy, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I am already grown up."

"But what do you want to do?  I want to be a train 'ductor.  Or a train builder."

"That would be cool, honey.  You can do that if you want."

"But, Mommy, what do YOU want to be?"

"I'm a mommy.  That's my job."

"No, Mommy.  You didn't hear me.  What do you want to DO?"

"Cael, my whole job is to be a Mommy to you and Graham.  I cook your food, clean the house, play with you and teach you things.  I take you to school and to church and with me wherever I go.  I get you up in the morning and put you to bed at night.  That's my job."

"Oh.  That's all you do?  Maybe you should build trains too."