As I've discussed here and here before, the kids' career aspirations have not always been...uh well....inspired. There is some news to report however.
Camden has decided he wants to be a cheft. Yes, that's right. Cheft with a t on the end of it. Trying not to be the "wet blanket" mom, I haven't yet pointed out that in order to be a cheft, one probably has to eat more than just grilled cheese, bananas, applesauce, and chicken nuggets. I did tell him that he would need to taste all of the food he prepares and he said, "Oh no mom. I will have a taster."
(On a related note...when I showed him the picture, from the paper, of the new culinary school they just opened in Omaha, and told him he could go there to learn how to cook he said, "I don't need to go there. I learned everything I need to know about cooking from Grandma Park.")
Not such good news to report for my sweet daughter however. I asked her for an update on her career aspirations and she said, "I don't know what I want to be when I grow up but I do know that I'm going to have 10 dogs." Apparently she is going to be THAT person. :-)
At least she doesn't want to have 10 cats right? Who says I'm not an optimist??