Career Prospects
We dropped Abbey off (one time) at band camp on Friday night and treated the twins to McDonalds on the way home. After ordering and driving around to the window to pay, the following conversation occurred, completely out of the blue:
Scarlett, with a hint of mild panic: I don't know what I want to do when I grow up.
Us, mildly amused: Oh, I don't think you have anything to worry about just yet. You're only four.Scarlett: I might be a McDonalds lady.
Us, laughing: Oh ok. But what do you want to be when you really grow up?
Scarlett, very seriously and with no pause: A mermaid.
come on G!
you must be the worst most regular blogger (ie. infrequent) in the history of bloody blogs! (oh wait Jo might take that title from you)
As cute as Scarlett is i can only read that post so many times!!!!!
and while you are busy making up your next exciting blog post - give your wife a nudge too.
thanks.
*ahem*
still waiting.......