One of the many conversations we had in our hours and hours of driving from Maine to Philly was about what Jack wanted to be when he grew up. I think he noticed a tow truck out his window and then it went something like this...
"I want to drive a tow truck when I get bigger Mommy. And a monster truck too. And then I'm going to work on diggers."
"I thought you wanted to have an aircraft carrier?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm going to do that one day in the week too. I'm going to do a different thing on the different days, maybe two days on the aircraft carrier and then I'll start over again, but I'll be on a different aircraft carrier...But I want some weekends too where I don't have to work...And then I'll go back and do some work."
A few hours later...
"I want to be a race car driver too, Mommy, like Lightning McQueen so I can be the fastest. I'm going to do that one day too."
And then, a few days ago out of the blue, he says, "Mommy, I forgot about sports! I'm going to do sports when I grow up too."
I'll just keep telling him he can do whatever he wants. Because he can!