When I grow up (25 February 2010)

     Bentley has read, with his parents, a lot of books including Theodore Lesieg's "Maybe You can Be a Vet!"  In tandem with this, travelling makes a big impression on him: he enjoys planes and trains and buses.  Perhaps for these reasons he sometimes talks about wanting to be a pilot when he grows up.  Well, not only a pilot.  He says, "I want to be a pilot, then a pizza man, then I want to be an astronaut and drive a big truck and after that I will die because I have done everything."  Not a morbid fascination with the hereafter, just a sense of content completion.

     Yesterday he was particularly tired and it was hard to get his grumbling body out of bed to get dressed and have breakfast then off to pre-K.  Trying to dress him while gently waking him, I said, "Bentley, remember that you want to be a pilot and to be a pilot you need to go to pre-K.  Passing pre-K is a prerequisite for every pilot."  Bentley responded, "I think I don't want to be a pilot; I just want to be a pizza man," with his eyes closed, but a grin on his waking face.

     "Even a pizza man needs to pass pre-K," I said.  

     "Actually, I decided I don't want to be a pizza man either.  I changed my mind.  I wanna be Pajama-man!  Can I stay in bed?"

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