I was talking to my son Micah today about Barack Obama possibly becoming the first black President. I asked him if he would ever want to become President one day. His reply: “I don’t want to be President because then I would be in meetings all the time and never get to spend time with my family.”
In asking our daughter Jasmine what she wants to be when she grows up, she replies, “I’m going to be a great poem maker when I grow up and work at Dunkin Donuts so I can feed all the kids I’m gonna adopt.”
Man, I love my kids.
(On some days Jazz also says she wants to be a hockey player and the chef of her own restaurant). Gotta love diversity in vocation! (And the possibility of free coffee from Dunkin Donuts).
-Rob
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