No, this isn’t my list. I already know what I want to be when I grow up: Mr. T. Or a king/dictator/emperor of a small island in the pacific with a KFC franchise.
The weekend was fun as it was just my daughter and I while the wife was busy at some workshop for her MBA program. We spent most of the time drawing, painting, swimming, playing video games, and watching movies – we FINALLY saw that Monster’s Vs Aliens movie in 3D. I was disappointed as it was totally overrated. When the credits rolled my daughter turned to me and said in a serious voice “the monster movie wasn’t that good.”
Happy to know she has good taste. Well, not that good since she still likes that ‘Kidz Bops’ music.
Anyhow, I can’t even begin to explain how much I love spending time with just her. It’s not to say that I don’t enjoy spending time with both my wife and daughter – I do. It’s just my wife doesn’t jump up and down, yell in excitement and start clapping when I say things like “let’s play video games!” or “let’s go get some popcorn chicken…and play video games!”
Generally I’ll get an unfavorable stare.
Some of the conversations with my daughter can get pretty interesting because usually she’ll have an answer and opinion for just about everything from her 3-year old point of view. Celebrities (Oso, Elmo, and Hannah Montana all wear too much makeup), politics (Princesses just need to keep dancing on the Earth), the housing crisis (make them all pink) and yesterday she spent most of the day telling me what she wants to be when she grows up. Here are a few:
Truck (Pink, but can sometimes be Purple)
Butterfly
Order taking lady at Wendy’s
Princess Ariel
Duck (Pink one)
A mountain with clouds
A nice bumblebee with a pink truck
Souplantation
Fairy with a sparkly elevator
Kitty cat haircutter and doctor
Ballerina that can fly with a wand
Unicorn with a pink truck
Guacamole
In my view, she can be anything she wants to be. Except maybe guacamole.
20 comments:
Those kidz bop CDs being distributed through McDonald's Happy Meals are said to be laced with f-bombs. The stuff is like a gateway drug into death metal.
On one of the first assignments I went to when I got a job at a weekly newspaper, I was visiting a preschool and I overheard a little boy telling someone he wanted to be a turtle when he grew up. It was years ago that happened, and the kid has to be close to finishing high school by now, but I hope he still has such grand dreams!
oh no. she cannot be a duck. ducks are always bullied by the geese, and would you want her to have a life of being bullied?
(I think it is appropriate that my word verification is coack -which sounds a lot like duck would sound when it is being bullied)
...and does she have any idea how hard it is to get into Duck college?
I would fear the pink duck discrimination. I would go for the flying ballerina with a wand, provided it has unlimited magical powers!!! Thanks for dropping by my site....
I can't wait until my son is old enough to support some of my better ideas like ordering pizza and watching sports all night.
That was a cute post... But you lost me at wanting to be Mr. T. when you grow up... Shows your age. lol.
When I saw KFC, I suspected you must be American, because every Canadian wants a Tim Horton's franchise...
Personally, I'd push her towards a couple of 'em. Like if she were a pink duck ballerina that flew with a wand and had a pink truck...that's not something you see everyday!
Oh, just wondering if you got the new Lionel Ritchie cd that came out last week?
urbandaddy -- I've been to Tim Horton's in Ohio. I think they sell donuts and give free coffee to kids in hockey jerseys.
Sasparilla Sue -- I know, the wife has been giving me hints to buy it off itunes.
If Lionel were to release an album of him reading the ingredients to Bisquick she'd make me buy it.
I would have said anything but the Wendy's lady. The Colonel would consider that high treason.
My kids always want to be these weird, spacy things. "Caterpillars" feature frequently - although now that the older two are older, they've started picking mroe grimly realistic options. I heard "plastic surgeon" the other day. WTF, kid?
Nice post - great time! Glad to see she is keeping her options open for the future and such a range of choices.
Man, I remember those days fondly. Unfortuntely they grow up and you get replaced by girlfriends, boyfriends and other creatures. Enjoy it while you can...
Man, I miss that age! Any day now I fully expect Jessie to ask for a mirror and a pole to practice for her "professional" dance job.
Ben and Bennie -- What? Are you raising her in Las Vegas?
Mike -- That's why my daughter isn't allowed to be any older than 4.
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I have a pink truck. No wait... green. And, it's a car.
Congrats, she is a Mary Kay lady (driving a pink cadillac). Mary Kay will contact her soon! :)
The Real Mother Hen -- LOL!
Seriously, if she knew they existed she would quit preschool and join.
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