Thank Heaven For Little Girls

Last night we were all riding in the car when this conversation took place;

Grace: Jack can you teach me how to be a boy?
Jack: First, you need to make your room a mess
Grace: It already is.
Jack: Good job Grace. Next, you need to break the cap on the sprinkles when we make sugar cookies. but then you have to fix it.
Grace: Okay
Jack: You have to cut your hair really short. Then when dad gets home you have to clean up all of your toys, but don't put them where they go. And you have to have cool tricks.

I love that Jack is such a boy, but if this is what it means to be a boy, I am glad that I am having a girl.

Ambition

Grace talks a lot about what she wants to be when she grows up, as I am sure most kids do. I remember when Garrett was little he wanted to be a an icecream man and a garbage truck driver - that is what I expect little kids to want to be. Grace on the other hand has big dreams. She wants to be a pastry chef. She loves to be in the kitchen and asks to help with everything. She wants to learn to cook, but she wants to be a pastry chef because they only do desserts. She wants to be a veterinarian. This is her newest one, I think because she just discovered a new cartoon about a little girl who fixes her stuffed animals. And she wants to own a salon. OWN, not work in one, own one. She does my nails and my makeup everyday and talks about how she will do the nails, I can do the hair, and Jack can be the register guy - I guess it will be a family business. I am proud of her dreams, and hope that she will always have ambitions.

Mirage

The other day we were driving down the road and Grace and Jack were looking out the front window talking about the puddle that was up ahead, as we got closer it went away. It kept coming back and going away. Finally Grace said, Mom is that a real puddle or just a garage? Of course I did not correct her, she may have said the wrong word, but she knew what it was.