While Max and I were working on the architectural letters this past weekend he asked me this...
"Mom, when you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?"
I hadn't thought about this for awhile, so when I started rattling off all the various things I had dreamed about becoming, I was surprised.
"Well, I wanted to be a photographer, a writer, a painter, an architect."
Max: "You are not an architect!"
Me: "No, but I work on houses. And look, I paint, I take pictures and I write! Aren't I lucky, my dreams have come true..."
And what did Max answer, when I posed the same question back to him?
"An inventor".
Oh, good answer!
I hadn't thought about this for awhile, so when I started rattling off all the various things I had dreamed about becoming, I was surprised.
"Well, I wanted to be a photographer, a writer, a painter, an architect."
Max: "You are not an architect!"
Me: "No, but I work on houses. And look, I paint, I take pictures and I write! Aren't I lucky, my dreams have come true..."
And what did Max answer, when I posed the same question back to him?
"An inventor".
Oh, good answer!
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