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What They Will Be

I like asking kids what they want to be when they grow up.  Their answers range from fairly predictable to surprising and entertaining.  Our kids are no exception.  For a long time Sawyer has wanted to be a logger (fitting considering his name).  That still tops his list, but he says he's also considering being a cowboy with a rope (lasso).  Fischer wanted to be a doctor for awhile, but lately that has changed to a logger, and when he's done with that, a ballerina.  I think a ukulele player may also be in the mix.  We call that "well rounded."  What they will NOT be is stand-up comedians.

I like to listen to the boys' conversations when they don't know I'm there.  I did this the other night after they had gone to bed.  I was about to go in their room to quiet them down, but I caught wind of their conversation and stopped myself.  They were taking turns telling knock, knock jokes.  And they were terrible!  It went something like this:

Sawyer: Knock, knock.
Fish: Whose there?
Sawyer: Boo
Fish:  Boo who?
Sawyer:..........................okay, now you go.

Then Fish took a stab at it.

Fish: Knock, knock, whose there?
Sawyer: No I say whose there.
Fish: Knock, knock, whose there....I mean knock knock.
Sawyer: Whose there?
Fish: Eye blood
Sawyer: Eye blood who?
Fish:........Eye blood gut face!
Followed by him laughing at his own creativity. 

And then here was my personal favorite:

Fish: Knock, knock, whose there, knock knock.
Sawyer: Whose there?
Fish:...Table.
Sawyer: Table who?
Fish:...Table...poop!
At this point hysterical laughter from both boys ensued. 

Clearly we need to loosen up on what we allow them to say and what we deem bathroom talk.  Or maybe not.  If they find humor in saying such a "rebelious word" maybe we are buying ourselves some time.  Before long, they will discover that "poop" isn't the four letter word we are really concerned about them using. 

If anybody wants to train them up on comedic timing and you know, actual jokes that make sense...please don't.  I think I like their style just the way it is. 

If they have to grow up to be something, let them be young and innocent now. 

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