Decisions, Decisions

It seems like the best one-on-one conversations I have with my grandchildren occur in the car. Perhaps it’s because I’m a captive audience or maybe it’s just that I’m less distracted by the outside world. Whatever the reason, I’m really tuned in to what they are saying when it’s just the two of us driving down the road. This is especially true when it comes to my soon to be five-year old granddaughter, who seems to enjoy chattering away in the back seat (or singing).

One day last week, she said with all intensity and seriousness, “Tomorrow, I’m going to make up my mind what I’m going to be when I grow up. Today is the last day I’m going to think about it.” Honestly, you would have thought this was an urgent decision that was weighing heavily on her mind. A few days later I asked her what she decided about her career choice. She answered, “I’m going to be a McDonald’s Lady.” I’m not knocking all the wonderful people who work at McDonald’s but I think all those chicken nuggets have gone to her head. Not to worry though. When her Aunt Sarah was her age, she wanted to be a clown.