From kindergarten through second grade, Tommy repeatedly announced his desire to become a librarian when he grows up.
How sweet. For a love of books and learning?
“Because I get to tell people to be quiet.”
Apparently this power was no longer enough for him. I stared open-mouthed when Tommy proclaimed in third grade that he wanted to join the Army. Until he specified,
“The clone army.”
God bless Star Wars.
It’s 10:00 and Reid just woke up. He has a cold and he’s also having a hard time adjusting to the new schedule – he naps, and then he can’t go to sleep at night, and then he gets up late, and then he won’t nap and he’s exhausted by 7:00…
Anyway, he just woke up and I asked him (as I always do), “What did you dream about?”
“Darth Vader was chasing me.”
“Oh no! Were you scared?”
“No.”
“Really? I would have been scared.”
“Grandpa was holding my hand.”