Workers

After walking down the ravine, Wm wanted to see what was at the top of the bridge we always walk under.  So, we decided to go investigate.  I knew they were doing some construction on the sidewalks along the street, but figured it was a weekend, so they weren't working.  But as we walked, they were there doing some heavy duty work with machines and the like. It was kind of dicey getting by and so I told Wm I was sorry that I didn't take different route, but I didn't expect them to be hard at work on a weekend.  Wm goes, "I would never want to be a worker - that looks HARD." (A "worker" is what Wm calls construction workers or anyone that comes to the house to do any sort of work on it.) So I told him he'll definitely need to go to college and he goes, "OH, I AM GOING TO COLLEGE."  Then looked at me like I was an idiot and goes, "I am going to be a chemist and an inventor."  So I told him that sounds like Chemical Engineering to me!  And he was all, "Yes.  YES.  I will be a Chemical Engineer.  NOT a worker."  I told him being a worker seems like it could be a pretty cool gig - you get to be outside, you get to build something meaningful with your own two hands, etc.  But Wm goes, "Mommy, you know I am an indoor person.  I want an office and a computer."  Cracked me up.  The rest of the walk, he told me about all the "potions" he plans to invent.

Also, I found this old picture of me and Steve behind a zillion other pictures as I put Wm's new school picture in a frame.  Here are the things, in order, that made me laugh: Steve's hair, Drew's creepy hand coming in for the attack, how freakin' pale I am: