What Will I be When I Grow Up? A Conversation with My Kids.
Me: What's your favourite color?
T: Don't pick mine Harrison!
Me: You're allowed to have the same favourite, you know.
T: Pink and purple of course Mommy. You know that.
H: Oh I know, I'll go get it!
Me: Can you just tell it to me for now.
H: Okay, it's um . . . . Transformers!
Me: You never ask us to read your Transformers book. What about all the books you ask for every day?
H: I like them too, but my most favourite is Transformers. Even though I don't tell you to read it, it's still my favourite.
T: I like princesses and ballerinas. And umm..... what else Mommy? Oh yeah, and more princesses.
Me: But what books do you like?
T: The princess and ballerina books.
(note to self: must buy or borrow some more ballerina books as I don't think we actually have any!)
Me: What do you want to be when you grow up?
H: Rockstar! (said with a little air guitar riff)
H: Get an electric guitar. Get rock star clothes, rock star shoes, what else . . . rock star friends. That's all. Oh yeah! And one more thing: a big giant stage. And one more thing: some chairs for people to sit on.
T: And an audience! Don't forget to write audience Mommy.
(Apparently he has an "if you build it they will come" philosophy of talent, his sister is much more practical)
Me: And what do you need to become a ballerina?
T: Have ballerina clothes and ballerina tights and ballerina shoes and a ballerina jewel on your dress and a crown and ballerina hair.
Me: Is there anything else to become a ballerina?
H: What about dance?
T: Oh yeah, dancing!
Me: And what will Mommy be when she grows up?
H: I don't know. What do you want to be?
H: You are grown up! You're our mommy. Do you want to be a rockstar instead?