When I Grow Up

The other day, I asked the boy what he wanted to be when he grows up. Without hesitation, his answer came as sure and as swift as most boys when asked this question.

It wasn't some career or super hero that he wanted to be. With the seriousness of an answer considered at length he answered, "I don't want to be anything. That way I can spend more time with my kids."

At the age of five, the boy gets the meaning of life. We are meant to spend time with each other, with those we love.

I'd take the credit for that answer as his parent, but I know better with him. That thought was derived from his own take on the universe and what he finds to already be important at five.

I agree with his thinking. I don't want to be anything either.