R.I.P Drowned Dot
Another conversation in the backseat of my car:
Liam:
“Hey mommy, did you know that in 100 years, I’m going to be a teenager and you’ll be an old lady!”
Iain:
“Hey Liam, you know that there are teenagers who don’t know how to swim?”
Liam:
“Huh? I even know how to swim!”
Iain:
“Yeah, last year, there was an adult that drowned at the lake!”
Liam:
“A Dot?”
Iain:
“No!, an adult!”
Iain:
“Hey mommy, I’m getting into ‘Mad Scientry’! I’m going to go bald and just have white hair in the back that sticks up and wear crazy glasses and a lab coat.”
Me thinking:
and this has to do with drowning dots?
Me:
“So that is what you want to be when you grow up?”
Iain:
“Yeah, I’m going to be a Mad Scientist!”
Liam:
“I’m going to be a worker, maybe a spaceman, but I want to fly without anything.”
What aspirations! Where’s my coffee?!
