"Mama, are you a professional?"
I looked at my seven-year-old son as he shoveled his Dairy Queen meal into his mouth. "Yes," I answered. "I'm a professional musician."
"Oh," he said thoughtfully. "I'm a professional, too."
"Really? What are you a professional at?"
I surpressed a smile. "Okay. What else?"
"Eating ice cream."
"Dude," I said. "That's pretty cool, but those aren't real jobs."
"I'm also a professional turtle hunter, and a professional master mind."
"A professional master mind?" I asked. "What's that?"
"I'll show you," he said holding up a napkin. "See this napkin?"
"I'm going to make it levitate."
He set the thing on the table. Right on cue, the wind picked it up and carried it off (we were eating outside).
He grinned. "See, Mama. I'm a professional professional."
Ha! *LOL* How convenient of the wind to obey his command. I'm a professional ice cream eater too!ReplyDelete
Wow I need to become a professional professional too, sounds like a great way of lifeReplyDelete
It totally rocks. (At least according to my son.)Delete
LOL Someday he's going to love that you've written down all these things for him. :)ReplyDelete
Eventually, I'll make a book of these posts for the kids to enjoy when they're older.Delete
Your soon is very...professional. :)ReplyDelete
He's a clever boy!ReplyDelete
Yes. It takes an astute individual to master the wind!Delete
Your son refused to be outdone by his mama, so he took it a step further - professional professional!ReplyDelete
Ha! Got you! Try beat that one mama!
Afraid I can't. LOL!Delete
I want to be a professional professionalReplyDelete
Sound like a great thing to aspire to, doesn't it?Delete
Thanks for the fun post. We love professionals.ReplyDelete
Yes, especially professional ice cream eaters.Delete
What a great kid! Man, to be 7 again. I think that was one of the happiest times of my life.ReplyDelete
I agree. Seven is a great age!Delete
that is perfect logic! love it =)ReplyDelete