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Since Boy #3 is my youngest—and *sigh* last—child, I find myself trying to soak in all I can about the wondrous world of preschoolers. Their innocence. Their sassiness. Their dependence one moment and then fierce independence the next. Their high-pitched screams when things don’t go their way. Yes, ALL of it.
So last night Boy #3 was lying in my bed trying to wind down and still running a fever when out of the blue, he said, “When I get big, I want to have a truck.”
“Cool!” I said. “Trucks are fun.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I like the big pocket they have in the back.”
I will never be able to look at a truck again without thinking of the truckbed as a “pocket.” *Grin*
Then he asked, “Can you choose what kind of a car you have when you’re big?”
“Sure,” I answered.
“Well, [Boy #2] said you couldn’t choose. He said I couldn’t have a truck.” (“Big Brother” gets his kicks from frequently supplying Boy #3 with “incorrect” information about the ways of the world.)
“[Boy #2] is wrong,” I said. “You can choose whatever kind of car you want.”
“Then how come you chose a white van?” Boy #3 asked.
Good question, Boy #3, good question.
I replied, “Well, for me it was important to have something we could all fit in and something that we could afford to pay for.”
(Nothing like a little economics to shatter a preschooler’s dreams.)
“Well, I’m going to have a truck,” he said.
“You sure can,” I answered, holding back my tongue from the lectures of “down payments,” and “practicality.”
Boy #3 thought for another moment then came up with this question, “So how do people buy houses?”
I considered deferring to Freddie Mac on that one, but opted instead for the simple answer: “They save and save and save a whole bunch of money until they can afford to buy one.”
(Do as I say, Boy #3, not as I do…)
“Some people sell houses, don’t they?” Boy #3 continued.
“Yeah,” I said. “They do.”
“That’s what I want to do,” he said. “I want to sell houses.”
Aunt Pam will be so proud. (Need a good REALTOR? I can hook you up.)
Although I’m not sure his clients will appreciate looking at houses while riding around town in the “pocket” of his truck…
At least he has a few years to work out the logistics.
Thanks to mzacha for the image!