This afternoon as we were driving home from the grocery store, we had to stop at an intersection near a school. There was a crossing guard there and as David watched the guard lead children across the street, he asked me, "What is that guy?"
"He's a crossing guard," I replied and went on to explain what his duties were.
David watched with interest and as we turned the corner he let out a big sigh. "Oh there are just too many choices. I just don't know what to do."
"What's wrong David?" I asked.
"I can't decide if I want to be a crossing guard. There are too many choices."
"Well, that's the great thing about being a crossing guard. It's a volunteer job. So you can have a job like daddy, and then in your spare time you can be a crossing guard." I offered.
He thought about this for a second and then I asked, "Well, what do you want to be when you grow up?"
"I really, really want to be a crossing guard and Super David."
Oh well then. No problem.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Posted by Davey & Tink at 4:13 pm
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