We sat at the stop sign, waiting for the policeman directing traffic to give us the “go ahead” signal.
My son was sitting next to me, watching.
“I think I want to be a cop someday,” he said thoughtfully.
“Really?” I asked sort of surprised since he’d never mentioned it before.
“Well, yeah, just look at him. Just look at how bossy he gets to be with his hands.”
He continued, “Well, now that I think about it. You’re kind of bossy with your hands.”
He had a point.
“I don’t have a gun though,” I said.
The next time day my 6 year old told me she wanted to be President of the United States.
CLEARLY MY KIDS HAVE AMBITIONS.
“That’s great! You want to be a leader, change the world, huh?” I asked.
“Well, no. I just want to be the boss of you,” she said and walked off.
I’m sensing a theme here.
A few days ago on our way to church, my husband stopped at Starbucks to grab us a coffee (okay, really it was coffee for him and a pumpkin spice latte (PSL) for me. Because it dipped to 90 here in Texas, so we were celebrating, naturally). It was my first PSL of the season and my kids were grumbling because we wouldn’t get them one. But at $5 each, I’M SURE YOU UNDERSTAND our cruelty at offering them water.
From the backseat, my 6 year old bitterly said, “When I’m a mom I’m going to drink all the sweet tea and coffee I want. AND, I’m going to boss everyone around.”
To which I replied, “I hope you have three children just like you.”
My son got in on the conversation and said, “I’m adopting so my kids are nothing like me.”
6 year old upped the ante (and bitterness), “Well, I’m going to give all my kids any pet they want and a cell phone.”
Yes, PLEASE DO THAT, said the future grandmother in me.
My hubby returned to the car and asked why I was laughing. I told him that mothers get to drink sweet tea all day and be bossy.
“I want to be a mom,” he said.
Turns out I own motherhood.
Like a boss.