Ambitions

I have really been enjoying the conversations we’ve been having in the car lately. This is a recent favorite.

Simon: Air Force One is in a movie and it’s a real airplane. You can ride in it. You really, really can.

Me: Well, honey, you can ride in it if you’re the President of the United States.

Simon: Or somebody who helps the president. But I don’t really want to be the President of the United States. I want to be a pilot who flies Blue Angels. [Pause] No, I want to be a daddy who just watches the Blue Angels.

Me: What do you think you might want to do for a job?

Simon: Make websites.

Me: How about you, Ian?

Ian: I want to be somebody who protects trees. Who protects trees?

Simon: Oh! You mean like a woodsman. Well . . . they cut down trees, I guess.

Ian: I changed my mind. I want to be someone who protects horses. Mommy, who protects horses?

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This reminded me of another sweet conversation the boys had about their future career paths. I think I only posted it on Facebook, so I’ll share it again here. (And, for the record, I accidentally typed “shard” instead of “share” just now — a Freudian slip if ever there was one. Ha.)

While we were watching a documentary about NASA:

Simon: Ian, do you still want to be an astronaut?
Ian: Yes.
Simon: How about you just be a pilot of regular planes?
Ian: I want to be an astronaut and a pilot!
Simon: Can you change your mind and just be a pilot of regular planes? Please? Please, please, please?
Ian: Why?
Simon: Sometimes the spaceships explode on blast off, and the astronauts don’t make it. How about instead of being an astronaut, you just watch them take off. How about that, Ian?