Tonight, while the girls and I were gathered around the dinner table, Meghan shared some of her 3-year old logic.
"Mommy! When I grow up, I wanna to be a cheerleader."
"Oh really, Meghan?"
"Uh huh. And when I'm done, I wanna be a mommy like you."
(Insert sound of Mommy's heart melting just a bit.)
Grace chimed in, "I want to be a worker when I grow up."
I asked, "What kind of worker Grace?"
"A worker like you, Mommy! I want to work where you work Mommy."
(Insert sound of Jen's inner moan regarding her workplace.)
"Oh that is so nice Gracie, but I'd rather you work someplace where you'll love what you do."
Grace added, "I want to work with you Mommy."
"Mommy hopes that she won't work there when you grow up Gracie."
Meghan joined in again with, "I want you to be my baby Mommy."
"Well that would be nice Meghan, but I don't think I made a very nice baby when I was a baby. Ask Grandma Sherry. I cried and cried and cried for nearly a year."
Meghan asked, "Why?"
"I had an owie tummy. So, you want to be a cheerleader Meghan?"
"Uh huh, Kafaleen (Kathleen) wants to be a cheerleader too."