When I Grow Up

Before Grant's graduation from kindergarten, one of the moms took these amazingly adorable pictures of each student in a graduation cap and gown. In the pictures they were holding a chalk board with their answer to the question, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" written on it. On Grant's was written "wrestler". Since we rarely watch wrestling at our house, I am not certain Grant knows what a wrestler is, nor am I certain he can physically pronounce the word. I figure when asked the question, one of two things happened: 1) they could not understand what he said in response to the question or 2) he didn't answer and they took a wild guess based upon his personality (after all, he is a bit rowdy). None the less, know one knew the true answer... That is until today! Lately, Grant has been fascinated with the fact that his dad is a police man who catches bad guys. We were driving past the prison when he asked me, "Poweece, mom." I explained that no, that place was a prison and prisons are where the bad guys had to live after daddy caught them. That's when he said, "Me, Drant, a Poweece. I tatch bad duys, momma." I asked him, "Do you want to be a policeman when you grow up?" To which he replied with a huge grin on his face, "Yes. Tatch bad guys!" Oh that boy...