reaching for the stars

Last week during dinner, Sam asked Jem what he wants to be when he grows up. For a while, his standard response to that question was "a train." We didn't bother to explain to him that people can't actually be trains or fire trucks or other inanimate objects and just figured he would grow out of it. And I am happy to report that he has finally moved past his desire to be some sort of vehicle and now wants to be a chef. (That might be partly due to the fact that I let him watch Chopped with me every once in a while and he used to watch Ina and Paula with me.)
He quickly changed his mind though and declared that he actually wants to be a super hero when he grows up. Sam suggested that he be a super hero chef but Jem wasn't into that. So I explained to him that he could be a chef during the day and a super hero at night, sort of an alter ego thing. And my ambitious first-born replied, "Huh, that sounds like a lot of work. I should probably just sell hot dogs." Apparently my lazy gene didn't skip a generation. 

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