Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Last night the boy announced to me that he knew what he wanted to be when he grew up. A stop manager. Do you know what a stop manager is? Me neither. But I was curious... Turns out it's one of these:

But, alas, now he needs a whistle and a marching band. (his words) And, thankfully, he'll always let ME go, he'll never stop me. Ah the love.