Hello again! This blog has been quiet as I’ve been taking some time to think about how I want my blogging to fit into our life. I’m still mulling that subject over, but today I had a gem of a story that just had to be shared.
At the store, Harley launched into a monologue on a common childhood theme: what I want to be when I grow up.
When I grow up, I’m not going to get a job and go to work. I’m going to live in a cardboard box. It will be nice and comfortable. I’ll just sit there, and people will give me money. Then I’ll get to go shopping! And I won’t have to work.
That’s right. My son’s current goal in life is to be unemployed. And homeless.
Sigh. I wanted to just put my head down on the checkout table and mourn all the work I’ve put in to providing a quality, personalized, classical education. I will continue in this pursuit, of course, intending to give my kiddos the best chance they have to do whatever interests them…which I am definitely hoping will be God-glorifying, servant-hearted work. But they do have the freedom to choose homelessness—I just won’t be funding it.
While Harley’s proclamation was definitely a *head-desk* moment, it has provided us with some laughs this evening. Does it go without saying that we have been battling laziness for a while now?!? Pressing on…
Earlier this week, I was helping Emma off the potty when she turned to me, grabbed her bottom, and said, “Mommy. I have a bum.”
So to close, Emma has a bum and Harley wants to be a bum. The end.