My eight-year-old son had a project in school. It was to list his plans for the future. Here's what the boy had to say:
1. When I'm in the sixth grade, I hope to be tall. (Good luck with that, because I was really small until I was sixteen. Hopefully you won't take quite so long to grow!)
2. When I'm in high school, I would like to be a millionaire. (Then you'd better start working, kid!)
3. When I'm 25, I hope I will be a master skydiver. (What? Where did that come from?)
4. When I grow up, I would really like to sleep all day.
I had to have a little talk with Bubba about that last one. "Dude," I said. "You can't just sleep all day when you're a grown up. You have to work!"
"No, Mama," he said. "I'm going to be a millionaire in high school. Then I won't have to work when I'm an adult, and I can sleep all day!"
Wow. I wish I had thought of that when I was eight years old!