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Dreams and Reaching for the Stars

Occasionally, Chris and I ask the girls what they want to be when the grow up. Mya insists repeatedly that she will be a "commissary payer," meaning a grocery cashier. I love it! So darn cute and following in her Momma's footsteps.
Claire has fallen for what many girls her age do, a teacher or speech pathologist, depending on the day. In 2nd grade, I had to do a project on what I wanted to be when I grew up and I too chose "teacher." Not a bad gig. We'll see how these dreams play out.

Recently at school, Mya's class was talking about occupations. Mya was asked what her Mommy and Daddy do, to which she replied,  "Daddy picks up the dishes and mommy washes them!" (as quoted from the email sent to me by her teacher ;). Yep, little girl, life is that simple!

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Anonymous said…
Teacher? What about your dreams of being a COP! We have it on video if you would like to post it :)
Love
L
January 29, 2013 at 2:18 AM
Kara said…
Funny, funny, funny. That was when I was MUCH older. Obviously, my dreams changed frequently. Teacher, cop, lawyer, pilot to had no clue. No videos will be posted, but thanks for that offer. Can't wait until VHS can no longer be played ;)
January 29, 2013 at 4:12 AM
Anonymous said…
Ha ha I love that video! So funny, despite the fact we were apparently conserving water! We really need to get that video in DVD format!
Love ya, j
January 30, 2013 at 6:01 AM
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