"C'mon Sue, let me show you my room!" A said and bounded up the stairs.
I ran after my girlfriend's four year-old as he dashed down the hall and took a flying leap on his bed and began to bounce up and down.
"You can jump on my bed too," he said.
"Well, thank you for the invitation, but I don't think that's a good idea." I looked around. "I really like your room."
"Did you see my guitar?" A pointed to a toy guitar in the corner of the room.
"That looks cool! Can you play it?" I asked.
A jumped off the bed and grabbed the guitar.
As his fingers hit the strings, a familiar rock song played. A leaned back like he was slamming a solo in front of thousands. He dropped to the floor and wiggled around on his back strumming the guitar the whole time. Then he sprang to his feet again and banged his head back and forth.
"Wow. You're really good! Maybe you're going to be a rockstar when you grow up," I said.
A stopped playing the guitar and stood up straight.
"When I grow up, I'm gonna be a rockstar, an artist, a construction builder and a spaceman," said A.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
3 years ago