So, we're driving around town the other day, and from the back seat I hear the usual nonessential communication between the boys....when suddenly Peyton calls everyone's attention, including mine.
He says, "Mother, I know the top four jobs I'd like to have when I grow up!" Okay....Peyton, let's hear it. We're enroute to Pop Warner football evaluations, so, not surprisingly, Peyton says, "#1 I'm gonna play in the NFL. (hey, it could happen....) And if I don't get to do that, then my #2 choice is, I'm going to be a Canadian." Christian & I exchange confused glances...and begin to inform Peyton, that he cannot choose to be a Canadian and furthermore, that's not so much an occupation....when he interrupts our thoughts. "What?? I think I'd be really good at standing up in front of people, making them laugh!!!"
Exactly. At which point, Christian and I start dying laughing, realizing the word Peyton was searching for. But before we can kindly correct him, he says....."see, look how much I can make you guys laugh, see??"
So, we just savor the moment and hold off on the correction for now.
He continues, "my #3 choice for a job is to work with Dad. I have no idea what he does, but I know he makes a lot of money, like $100 a week!!!" and my #4 choice is to work with you, mother. We could like work at McDonald's together, wouldn't that be great??"
So, to recap.... NFL, Canadian, ??? with Dad, and McDonalds. Wow!
The only thing I know for sure is Peyton will choose to be happy whatever life holds for him. That I know.
