Hate to Break It to You

At G's eye appointment, his doctor emphasized for him the importance of compliance with his restrictions.  She was kindly taking the time to stress the value his eyesight will have in his future.  She pointed out: "G, you might want to be a doctor when you grow up and then..."

He interrupted.  With an attitude of trying to let someone down gently, he said: "Wewllll.  Really, I want to be a construction worker."

Fortunately, she was able to transition smoothly into a lecture about how construction workers need to see what they're doing.

She is fabulous.  And - man - that kid cracks me up.

Career Training

Our future pilot LOVED flying to Foh-dah.

Direction

Sorry I've been absent.  I've been a little too harried to blog.  I'm guessing you've been a little too harried to read.  Tis the season.

End of school year activities... IEP planning... graduation... doctor visits... lRS audit... birthdays....   Oh?  Did I mention an audit?  Why, yes.  My government friends thought that I'd like to pull up canceled checks from the past FOUR years of this adoption.  Apparently there's something about paying out large refunds that they don't like.

Thankfully, in spite of our busyness, we've managed to cement G's future career path.

"I gonna be a pilot Mama."

"Are you sure?"

"Mm hm.  I gonna fly."

"What else are you going to do when you're a pilot?"

"I go slow inna airpoht.  I jus park - everybody get off inna airpoht."

"Anything else you're going to do?"

"And I say: get onna airpane Jisis (Joseph)."

"Anything else?"

"No.  Das all."

So there you have it.  Watch for G at an airpoht near you soon.