So...Wyatt came up to me in the laundry room and said very seriously, "Mommy, I don't know what I want to be when I grow up."I said, "You've got plenty of time to figure it out, Baby."
He ponders.
I say, "You could be a scientist like Pa?"
No.
"You could be a writer like Dad."
No.
"You could be a news person like Mommy."
"No, that's a girl's job," he says.
I debate arguing the point. But before I can continue, he makes a proclamation.
"I think I want to be a race car driver," he says.
I tell him I think he'd be good at that, but that race cars go very fast.
He thinks about that and says, "But I would want Mommy there with me."
Always, baby.
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