Out of the Mouths of Babes

From the back seat:
B: I want to be a doctor when I grow up.
Me: That's great. How about you, A, what do you want to be when you grow up.
A: I want to be an alien.
Me: (laughing) Well, honey, an alien is someone who is born on another planet. You came from this planet, so you won't be able to be an alien. (Yes, let me just crush that dream a little farther down. Now I realize I could have said that he could be an astronaut and let it go, but . . .)
After a pause
Me: Do you have any other ideas of what you want to be?
A: I want to be a tree.
Me: A tree?
A: Yes. It's on this planet.
Me: (Not able to argue with that logic and not wanting to destroy two of his dreams in one day) That sounds great.

Me: And J, how about you, what do you want to be when you grow up?
J: Um...um...a blockbuster.
Me: A blockbuster? (laughing)
J: Why laughing, Mommy?
Me: No reason - that's a great idea.

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This morning, as we came downstairs:
B: Let's watch the new video Daddy got from the library (notice that he's still Daddy while B still insists on calling me Mom)!
A: That's a great idea, B.
B: Thank you!

My children, even though they drive me crazy sometimes, make me laugh every day.