The Little Kidlet is a boy of few words. He didn’t say much at all until about 8 months ago- just a few words at a time (though I wasn’t worried- he knew a lot of words). Nowadays you can’t get him to stop talking when he’s excited. But if he isn’t in the mood, he’ll boil everything down to one word. Which doesn’t always work.
This morning, as we were getting in the car to go to school, the Oldest Kidlet was excited. “When I grow up, I’m going to be a doctor.” He leaned over towards his brother. “What are you going to be when you grow up?”
The car fell quiet for a moment, as I tried to figure out how to explain to my son that you can’t be an airplane.
The Oldest Kidlet laughed kindly. “That’s not how it works. You can’t be a plane, silly.”
“NO. I want to fly planes,” the Little Kidlet said indignantly as I finished buckling him into his seat.
“Then you should have said that!” His brother said as he finished buckling himself in.