I don't even remember how the conversation began. I do, however, remember very clearly how it went.
Logan said, "Some day I will grow up and be a man like Daddy."
I said "Yup" because I know that if you fail to give Logan at least some sort of verbal nod at minimum he will repeat himself until he's convinced you heard him.
He added, "A big man. Tall."
I changed subject slightly, "And when you're a big grown-up man, what will you do? What kind of job?"
He thought a moment and I expected his usual litany of career options to begin it's march from his aspiring lips. Instead he smiled big and said, "I'm going to sit at my desk all day until it's time to eat. Then I'll get up."
And to think, he's not actually *seen* Daddy at his desk job in at least two years. I figured I'd press a little, "Ok, but what will do at that desk?"
"Work," Logan said in that familiar tone that speaks volumes. As in: Geez, Mom!
He nodded. "Yup, I'm going to do work at my desk until it's time to eat. But before that I'm going to be a Daddy."
"Oh, well, honey, it might be easier if you get your job at the desk first and THEN become a Daddy. That way you can buy food for the baby and live some place that's not my house," I told him for all the obvious reasons.
"Why?" he asked.
"It is just better that way," I told him, wondering when it was time to give him the "Honey, girls prefer employed men" speech. He's 4. I figured it wasn't time yet.
"Why?" he asked.
"It just is," I told him.
And yet another work-related laugh:
I'm related to a chef. Not one that ever cooks for us, mind you, but a real, honest to goodness, trained at one of the top culinary schools in the world chef. One with a job as a head chef/general manager.
He's getting married and ends up dragged along to a lot of bridal shows. (And as a good big sister I laugh at him much for going. I've been to those - loaded with grooms they are not.) His favorite thing to do at these shows is sample the food and fill out all those little slips you're supposed to fill out if you wish to win things.
Last one he went to he won.
A personal chef is coming over tomorrow night to cook him and his future wife a dinner.
I know. It's sick.