Sunday, March 22, 2009

The dreams of a 4-year-old

About 15 minutes after bedtime tonight, Alexander appeared in the kitchen.

Alexander: Do you know what I want to be when I grow up?

Me: (Expecting him to say "a firefighter") What would you like to be?

Alexander: (After pondering silently for a few moments) Are superheroes real?

Me: (Trying to hide my smile) No, they are not real. They are in stories. Maybe you could be a writer and write stories about superheroes.

Alexander: (Says nothing and gives me a grumpy look)

Me: (Ushering him back to bed) What kind of superhero would you want to be? One that can fly or run very fast?

Alexander: No, one that makes wheelbarrows.


2 comments:

Butterfly said...

Alexander, you can make me a wheelbarrow anytime!!!

Hugs,
Leona

Anonymous said...

LOL :)