Ism of the Week

Graham is not one to be left out.  Not only does he have a set of lungs that could alert me to an earthquake on the other side of the globe, but he has a tendency to nudge his way into conversations that don't otherwise involve him simply so that he can feel included.

So when Cael and I spent the earlier part of the week discussing future plans, Graham would not be ignored.

"Cael, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

"--Mommy!"

"Cael, what do--"

"MOMMY!"


See? Relentless.  

"What is it, Graham?"

"What I be?"

"I don't know, Graham, what do you want your job to be?"

"I want to be a bird."

"For a job?"

"Yep."

"What would you do if you were a bird?"

"I fly around."

"I guess so.  Sounds like a great job."

"Yep.  I fly around... and I poop on yours head."

 They make me so proud.