Big Brother has reached that age where he’s started talking about what he’s going to be when he grows up. He’s been through a few ideas so far, none of which have stood the test of time. But it’s been an interesting progression.
First he was going to be a Knight in Shining Armour.
Then he was going to be a policeman.
(This lasted for a few months, which is a bit of an achievement at age 4. He changed his mind only when he discovered that while it’s possible to be a “motorcycle policeman” or a “horse policeman”, the Australian Police Force isn’t advanced enough to let him be a “skateboard policeman”.)
Now, he’s moved on to something new. But this time, he’s made a list.
1) When I grow up… I’ll eat yucky food.
You know, “yucky food” that kids don’t like, but grown-ups do. Like steak and mushrooms and fish and chicken wings. (He’s not much of a meat eater…) And, of course, he’ll be able to drink Daddy’s Yucky Juice, aka soft drink, and Mummy’s Yucky Juice, aka wine.
2) When I grow up… I’ll watch bad TV with Mummy and Daddy.
On rare occasions, Husband and I wait until the boys are in bed and then watch Castle, or Bones, or The Mentalist. I explained to Big Brother that he can’t watch them because they’re not good shows for kids. Clearly that makes them “bad TV”.
3) When I grow up… I’ll have my own tractor.
I have no explanation for this. We don’t know anyone with a tractor.
4) When I grow up… I’ll have my own farm.
As above. Did I mention we live in the city? And Big Brother freaks out if he gets dirt on his hands?
5) When I grow up… I’ll be a Super Hero!