Our conversation last night:
H: “Can I have as many jobs as I want when I’m older?”
Me: “As many as you have time for.”
H: “Good, because I’m going to be a swimming teacher, a policeman and a rock and roll person.”
Me: “Sounds good.”
H: “Mom, will you be alive when I’m a grownup?”
Me: “I hope so because I want to hear your band.”
H: “Well, if you’re not, I’ll make a tape and bury it with you. It will be the kind of music that dead people can hear.”