We’re driving to the zoo; me humming along to the radio, CJ gazing thoughtfully out the window.
CJ: Mommy, when I’m a grown-up, I will NEVER have to go to school. Right?
Me: Right, CJ.
CJ: I will go to work on the bus and then come home and have dinner. Just like daddy. Right, mommy?
Me: Yeah, probably.
CJ: And I’ll have kids too. And a motorcycle that’s red with FLAMES on it. That’ll be cool.
Me: Mm hmm.
CJ: And I can go to Target whenever I want. I can even stay there ALL DAY. And I’ll take the kids.
CJ: And I’ll tell the kids that they can’t get a toy.
Me: You mean your kids? You’ll take your kids to Target? And you won’t let them get a toy?
Me: How many kids are you going to have, CJ?
CJ: (counting on his fingers) I will have 1, 2, 3, 4… 9, 10… I will have TEN girls.
Me: Wow. Ten girls. That’s a lot. What about boys? Will you have boys too?
CJ: Yes! I will have 1, 2, 3, 4… 12, 13, 14… I will have FOURTEEN boys.
Me: Ten girls and FOURTEEN boys?! That’s a lot of kids! You know, they won’t all fit on your motorcycle.
CJ: I know that mommy. That’s why I’ll have a van.
CJ: But where will I get the kids, mommy?
Me: Well, you’ll have to get married. And then your wife will have babies. And the babies will grow into kids.
CJ: (giggles) That’s funny, mom.
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