The Dormouse comes home from school and bursts through the door excitedly.
"Momma, momma! I know what I want to be when I grow up!"
I glance at The KingofHearts, who shrugs helplessly, and try to match her excitement, "Great! What's that?"
"I want to be," pauses for dramatic effect, "A TOOTHPASTE ENGINEER."
Hey, it's a step up from flagpole.
"Momma, momma! I know what I want to be when I grow up!"
I glance at The KingofHearts, who shrugs helplessly, and try to match her excitement, "Great! What's that?"
"I want to be," pauses for dramatic effect, "A TOOTHPASTE ENGINEER."
Hey, it's a step up from flagpole.
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December 18, 2007 at 8:32 PM
Well I guess SOMEBODY has to be one. Hey, Doormouse, can you make it so it doesn't taste like ass with a touch of mint?
December 19, 2007 at 12:26 PM
LOL! She if she can come up with some new flavors, like strawberry, or cheesecake, or chocolate, or something really fun. I mean, I like mint, but it would be nice to have some variety...
December 21, 2007 at 11:59 AM
I love kids' future views of themselves: you know, brain surgeon, astronaut, artist. My eldest has wanted to be all of those, but now wants to blow things up, probably inspired by her three year old sister who does that naturally.