A Boy’s Gotta Have Dreams

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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.”

[Slight pause]

“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!

5 thoughts on “A Boy’s Gotta Have Dreams”

  1. So I figure in about 15 years I might need a realtor…let’s see….how old will he be?

  2. I’m not sure #3 would have any worse results driving his real estate clients around in the pocket of his truck than I am having with my clients right now. And I have a new fancy “REALTOR” vehicle! So, I say, go for it #3! P.S. Maybe he could have his clients ride in the pocket of his truck on the way to show them a pocket listing. (Just a little real estate humor there…)

  3. P.P.S. I just took your survey even though you already know everything about me. I am just depressed that I have now have to check the “35-39” category for my age. Sigh…
    Did you notice there was no “bachelor degree” category on there? Leave it to me to nitpick something. That’s what I do best. Just ask my girls.

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