I have a habit of trying to decide what my children will be when they grow up. It's stupid, I know. They are only 6 and 8 (well, almost 8) and have a lot of life to go through before choosing the career paths for them but going on their personalities, I try to decipher the code of what their futures will bring to them.
Bubba seems pretty easy to figure out. He will be some kind of video game designer or tester and he will most likey (much to my dismay) be in a branch of the military. At least that is what his hobbies now tell me. A profile of his personality based on his name says that he will either be on the Dean's list or America's Most Wanted list and it could go either way. If you know my son, you might be inclined to agree with that assessment. I do. I am personally hoping for the Dean's list.
Teensy on the other hand is quite difficult to figure out. I said as much at the dinner table the other night to which she had a very remarkable answer.
"I just can't figure out what she'll be when she grows up." Said to Dear Hubby (probably around a mouth full of food).
I looked over at Teensy hoping for some sort of inspiration to hit or light bulb to turn on. She looked back at me, shrugged her shoulders and said...
I spit water across the table once again my dear readers. I did. Okay, really I just choked on it but I did pee my pants in laughter. Almost.