Since Andrew broke his leg a year ago, he had big plans on being a “cast doctor”. We had the experience of going to a great orthopedic surgeon. I admit that some of the photos in the doctor’s office of yachts and whatnot, put a little extra umphhh into my encouragement of his chosen career.
Apparently things have changed.
Last week Andrew helped me make waffles for lunch and I was complimenting him on how good they turned out.
“Mom, I decided I’m not going to be that one thing anymore. What was it? Oh yeah, a cast doctor. I’m going to be a waffle maker when I grow up.”
“Oh, really Andrew? Are you sure?”, I answered…slight panic in my voice as dreams of sailing on the open seas quickly evaporate.
“Yes. But you might get a little mad at me. Or really sad.”
Oh no, perhaps he can read my materialistic mind?
“Because when I leave to be a waffle maker, I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take THAT thing (pointing to the waffle iron) OUT of your house. Forever.”
Adorable! Those waffles look DELICIOUS by the way 🙂
So funny! Being a waffle maker does sound like a fun job. Have you ever watched Top Chef. One of my favorite show. My 14 year old son loves to watch it with me. Have a great day!
You tell Andrew I’d be happy to be his first customer! Looks yummy!
I am laughing so hard I have tears. I could see my little one (5) saying something very similar. Cute story!