The kids and I were out this afternoon at a local grocery store. We were happily going along doing our grocery shopping when Jacob all of a sudden noticed someone painting a new display on the front of the store windows. It really was fascinating to watch, but I didn’t realize we’d have to drop everything to watch this artist do her magic on the windows. She was painting letters, snowmen, reindeer, etc. She made it look effortless.
After about 20 minutes of watching her and Jacob inundating me with questions to ask her (What does she do if she makes a mistake? What happens if it rains on her painting? Do you think I could do it as fast as her?) we went on with the rest of our shopping.
The conversation after that was this:
Jacob: “Mommy, I know what I want to be when I grow up!”
Me: “What’s that?”
Jacob: “I want to be a window painter. Well, and an Engineer. Oh… and a football player!”
Me: “I think that’s great. You can be whatever you want when you grow up. A window painting Engineer football player sounds like a great thing to be.”
Kelly: “Mommy, when I grow up I want to be a snowman! B for Snowman!”
Jacob: “Kelly, you can’t be a snowman because you aren’t made out of snow. Girls can’t be snowmen.And it’s S for snowman, not B for snowman.”
Kelly: <angrily>”Yes I can!”
Me: “Kelly, you can be whatever you want when you grow up, but snowmen don’t have feet so you wouldn’t be able to wear shoes.”
I squelched her dreams of being the first human girl snowman just like that. I’ll have to remember the shoe thing in the future. It seems to be a trigger point with her, don’t you think?