Sunday, after dinner, we were all sitting around talking, when the conversation turned to Christmas favorites. #1 ask Adorable Hubby what his favorite Christmas Movie was then answered for him, "Oh, yeah it's Year With Out A Santa Claus, I never had a favorite Christmas movie," he finished wistfully. I don't know what is up with #1 lately you'd think he spent his entire childhood, walking up hill in the snow, naked and starving with out the simple pleasure of a single Christmas tradition.
"Dude," I said in my super cool Boy Mom lingo, "You watched Rudolph so many times you thought you were Hermie the elf. You were convinced you were going to be a dentist when you grew up."
"Oh, Yeah..." He recalled.
"And now you're a theater worker!!!" Said # 5 enthusiastically. We all shared a great laugh.
"From dentist to theater worker, look at what's become of my life." Poor #1 this graduation thing has him pretty stressed out.
Later that night Adorable Hubby and I were in bed cuddling the three youngest to sleep. # 5
asked what was so funny about being a theater worker. To try to explain the humor I asked him what job was cooler, being a doctor or driving a garbage truck...
All three little boys lay there thinking for a minute or two then said they would much rather drive a garbage truck than be a dumb doctor who gives kids shots and medicine.
So there you have it, we're raising Popcorn Pushers and Garbage men, 'cause those jobs are way better than doctors or dentists.