Riley (playing with some of Mom's old stamps from when she was a teacher): I want to be a teacher when I grow up.
Mom (wearily from in front of the computer): Okay.
Riley: Or a comedian
Riley: Or a rock-climber
What happened to my little punkin' who wanted to be an ice cream truck driver (so he could eat the ice cream) AND a mechanic (so he could fix the ice cream truck when it broke down)? I actually think he could be all 3 of the things he mentioned -- his classes would really appreciate his humor. I'm not too sold on the rock-climbing thing, though. Considering the drama we had last week with a skinned elbow, I just can't imagine a serious rock-climbing accident.
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