When I grow up…

Last night as I was putting my son to bed, he expressed his concern that he didn’t know what he was going to be when he grew up. So far he’s torn between becoming a doctor, a construction worker, and a babysitter. I tried to tell him that he had lots of time before he has to make a decision – he is only 5 right now. But he’s concerned that he doesn’t know everything about how to do those jobs.

He also asked if he could live with me forever, even when he’s a grown up. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that at some point, I’ll definitely kick him out of the nest. He doesn’t need to worry about that yet.


About dirtyrottenparenting

I'm a parent of two lovely (most of the time) children. I work full time out of the home and I don't cook well, bake, sew, or do crafty things. I keep my high heels and jewelry at my office because there's no point in having them at home.
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4 Responses to When I grow up…

  1. I love all three of his aspirations! This is the sweetest age!!

  2. hahahahaahahaha – I think there are times it is perfectly acceptable for us to lie to them! Why make them worry needlessly! 🙂 Cause, yeah, I WILL experience empty-nest syndrome at some point!

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