Trust Me (I’m Going to Be a Doctor)

Okay, that’s what the shirt says, but it’s not how he feels. This is actually Christian’s old shirt, because at 4 1/2, being a doctor sounded alright with him. I cleaned out the attic this weekend while the boys were hunting. I know, it’s a glamorous life. I didn’t clean out the entire attic, but I did tackle the six bags of every piece of clothing that has ever touched one of my kids skin. Jackson ended up with quite a few new things. He doesn’t seem to mind hand-me-downs one little bit. When Christian asked him if he wanted to be a doctor when he grew up he was quick to tell him no. Christian asked, “Then what do you want to be?” My cute little over-achiever just smiled and said, “Nuffin!” At least he has goals.