I was lying down with Landon during quiet time today and - once again - tried to get him chatting about what he wants to be when he grows up. It's a great conversation starter. Today, though, oh today ...
Me: You're so good with taking care of your doggies. How about a veterinarian?
L: Well, when I grow bigger, I want to be a daddy.
Me: That's so sweet, buddy. You'll be a big, strong, happy daddy. Do you want to be a pilot like your daddy?
L: Uuh, no 'cause I think that would make people miss me if I was a pilot. I thiiiink I want to come home and check [on] you guys and no one will miss me.
I was stunned into a lack of response, obviously feeling verklempt. Landon just recently went through some sort of surge in his pragmatic speech development and conversational skills. It means he says a lot of cute and awesome things these days, but it also opens a window for his thoughts that once were dormant in everyday chit chat. It's an enormous leap to hear him go from his simple comments such as "This truck is blue!" to an insightful comment on our family's current dynamics.
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