I have a herd of kids. Most are out of the house these days. Occasionally, I will reminisce about decades gone by. The following is a short, humorous story, true life that is, that I wrote about 10 years ago. It still makes me laugh and hopefully it will you as well.
One day my preschooler announced that she had chosen her future occupation.
Recently, my preschooler announced that she had chosen her future occupation.
“What do you want to do?” I asked her, hoping I’d either been such a great mom that she’d say “mommy” like me, or that she’d realized her artistic talents and would announce “painter.”
“I’m going to be a fish rescuer,” she told me proudly.
Thinking that maybe she’d overheard the news talk about the need to keep the oceans clean, or perhaps she’d decided that she wanted to stock the tanks at the local pet store, I asked, “What’s a ‘fish rescuer’?”
“I’m going to use bombs to protect fish from sharks,” she explained, smiling.
Clearly, if any sort of green movement is affecting my kids, it’s not the environmental one, it’s TV’s green berets—Sylvester Stallone and Steven Seagal.
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