Tonight in the car, my oldest told me 2 things that troubled me enough to start searching real estate in the big city. Okay, maybe not... But, still. I know that we live in the Ozark Mountains and all, but are we really raising hillbilly children?
The first thing my 10-year-old daughter said, as she and I were driving home tonight was this:
"Mom, we really have a COOL car!"
"Really? You think our 5-year-old Dodge minivan is cool? Why do you think so?"
"Cause it has LIGHTS I can turn on!!!"
The second thing she said, which disturbed me even greater, was this:
"Mom, what do you think I'll study in college someday?"
"Oh, I don't know...Maybe you'll become an orthodontist...or a surgeon...or a veterinarian."
"I don't think so. I think I want to major in skeet shooting. NO, I want to major in VARMIT SHOOTIN'!!!"
I kid you not. She did not say "hunting," and she did not say "animal safari guide."
She used the words "varmit" and "shootin'"
Her father will be so proud. Really.
Me? I was hoping to have a successful daughter who could support her aging parents someday in style. I guess I'd better start finding recipes for possum pie and armadillo delight... At least she'll sport me around in her fancy DODGE MINIVAN!!!
