Jack does The Coolest Stuff at school.
For example, this week, his class froze plastic dinosaurs into a big tub of ice. Then, later in the week, they were paleontologists. They dug their dinosaurs out of the ice and talked, appropriately, about the Ice Age.
Seriously. And there were hats.
Last night, after story time, I asked Jack what he wants to be when he grows up. He had just told me his own story, which sounded an awful lot like We're Going on a Bear Hunt (which we had just read), but with enough twists to make it "his own." Clever.
I said, "Do you want to be someone who writes down stories?" (Ever the writer, turned lawyer, though still a writer, but a lawyer, and since when did I have to decide what I wanted to be, anyway?)
Jack said, "Maybe. And a doctor."
I glowed with pride. Even if he's not a doctor. Doesn't every mom love hearing that?
Jack continued, "And a cat-petter."
I laughed. A real laugh. Because I am not particularly fond of cats, which has a lot to do with me being allergic to them and a lot to do with me totally preferring dogs. But the thought of Jack sitting contemplatively in an office and petting a cat, well, that's funny.
Enough discussion of careers for one day, right? He's clearly on the right track.
Hope your career aspirations are realized today.
Talk soon,
Heather
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Dare I propose a veterinary Dr to our young philosopher? Burton says the current cat-petter position is open and he is accepting applicants.
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