“So, young man, what do you want to be when you grow up? A doctor like your mommy?”
The elderly woman smiled down benevolently as my son smiled back up at her.
“No, ma’am! I want to be a turtle.” He was very matter of fact about it.
“Oh, well isn’t that sweet! Turtles are very cute.” Still smiling.
Cue the Ninja attack battle stance complete with threatening scowl.
“Ohhhhh…..” The smile faded away, replaced by a look of pity directed at me. She then turned and busied herself unloading her grocery cart onto the conveyor belt.
Clearly he was one of *those* kids.
If you only knew…
Damn you, Ninja Turtles!!!!!