Sunday, September 20, 2009

before I forget...

Earlier this weekend, I was reading a book with both boys about a firefighter, and I asked them what they wanted to be when they grew up. I expected them to answer that they wanted to be firefighters, since that's what we were talking about.

Just as I suspected, Monkey talked about being a firefighter (but also a zookeeper, which surprised me), but Jabber shook his head.

"No, I'm not going to be a firefighter," he said. He seemed so completely certain--totally confident in his decision.

"You don't want to fight fires?" I asked.

"Well, no," he said. No hesitation. "Because I'm going to be a tattoo artist."

Hmm.

2 comments:

CDP said...

That's hilarious. Is he aware that real tattoos involve needles, and not just little pieces of inked paper and a washcloth? That knowledge might lead him to reconsider his career choice.

elissa said...

haha, yes! I asked him if he knew this, and he said, "Yeah, Mom, I *know* they're permanent." and I said, "Well, do you know they use needles?" and he sort of half-shuddered and then said, "Yeah, but by the time I'm ready to do it they'll use light sabers, so it will be okay." LOL.