What I want to be when I grow up

T. has been studying community helpers this month at school. Today, his teacher asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up, a job description, and how much he would be paid.
My darling son's response:
Job: I want to be a grown up.
Description: I can use bad words.
Compensation: I want to get paid 2 moneys.

Hmm, I guess he was really listening last night after I said GD and explained that, yes I had used a bad word, and when you're a grown up, you can use bad words too.
I am mother of the year.

A family of rock stars?

Look what my husband's been up too. I wonder if they'll make enough money to pay for college? We could be like the Partridge Family and even have a super groovy bus. Uncle Jason would be so proud!

A striped bow tie

That is all T. has been asking for since November. The reason is, he got very upset one day when V. was wearing a bow in her hair. He asked for one and Mike wasn't too keen on the idea.
"Boy's don't wear bows in their hair."
T.'s reply, "But I want a bow!", said through screams and tears.
Mommy to the rescue! "Boy's do wear bows. They were bow ties." So my little man since then has been adamant that he wants a bow tie, a STRIPED bow tie.
Fast forward to this past Saturday night. We were in Barnes and Noble and my son was again adamant that he buy a bow tie. After realizing there was none to be had, he looked a Mike and said: "I'll go ask someone where they are!" Sure enough he walked right over to an employee and said: "Excuse me. Where are the striped bow ties?"
I was dying! I couldn't keep a straight face. Luckily the sales clerk there was a very nice guy and let my boy down easy. I was so impressed with how well he maneuvered the situation. He even used his manners! I must be doing something right.