My little fireman holding his hat (this was his first birthday)...
Last night, I was trying to explain to Christopher what Mama does when she goes to work (my job is impossible to describe to GROWN UPS, so you know the conversation with a two year old went really well. "Well, Mama's job is to beg newspapers and magazines to write stories about Hamilton County. And then I blog and tweet and Facebook.").
So from there, we started talking about other jobs.
"Christopher, do you know what a fireman does?"
"Um, yeah. Fireman fight fire!"
"Do you know what a policeman does?"
"Um, yeah. He makes loud noise!" (the sirens)
"What about a veterinarian?"
"Um, yeah. He makes animals allllllll better."
"Do you know what a doctor does?"
"She makes kids better!"
"What about a zoo keeper?"
"Zoo keeper plays with monkeys, ooo ooo aaa aaa!"
"Gosh, Christopher - you are REALLY smart, did you know you can be anything you want to be when you grow up? So, what do you want to be?"
"A cowboy - yeehaw - and you be a cowboy too Mama! And Daddy too, when he growed up!"
So from there, we started talking about other jobs.
"Christopher, do you know what a fireman does?"
"Um, yeah. Fireman fight fire!"
"Do you know what a policeman does?"
"Um, yeah. He makes loud noise!" (the sirens)
"What about a veterinarian?"
"Um, yeah. He makes animals allllllll better."
"Do you know what a doctor does?"
"She makes kids better!"
"What about a zoo keeper?"
"Zoo keeper plays with monkeys, ooo ooo aaa aaa!"
"Gosh, Christopher - you are REALLY smart, did you know you can be anything you want to be when you grow up? So, what do you want to be?"
"A cowboy - yeehaw - and you be a cowboy too Mama! And Daddy too, when he growed up!"
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