Tuesday, April 05, 2005

The Only Time I Enjoy Driving

My seven-year-old nephew, Reece, and I have our best conversations when we’re in the car:

Reece: Hey, Nessa?
Vanessa: Yes, Reece?
R: When I grow up and get big I’m going to have a lot of money.
V: Oh, yeah?
R: Yeah, I already have my own wallet.
V: Oh, wow.
R: And I know what I’m going to be when I get big.
V: What’s that, Reece?
R: I’m going to be a paper boy and make a lot of money.
V: That’s great, Reece, but you probably won’t make a lot of money being a paper boy.
R: Why? Don’t people like paper boys?

He's so cute. At this moment I want to pull over the car and squeeze him.

In Reece’s world paperboys would be millionaires, and nurses who give shots would be paupers.

2 comments:

Solistella said...

That's so freeking cute! In preschool Aiden has been learning about occupations, and he wants to be all of them. I think this week he plans on being an astronaut that plays hockey and has a farm on the moon. Gage and I got talking and he said he wanted to be a graphic designer like me. I kindly suggested that his loving nature, concern for others and really big smarts would make him an excellent doctor. Yes, I am evil.

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