What do you want to be?

As children, we are asked starting in elementary school, what we want to be when we grow up.  I remember several people wanting to be doctors, nurses, teachers, the ice cream man, and a football player.  Ah, the possibilities were endless as children, weren't they.

And when the Butterbean becomes old enough to go to school, he will be asked this very question.  But I have a feeling that I already know what he's going to be when he grows up.


Can you guess?



I believe he's going to be a politician.  Yep.  You read that right.

At the ripe age of 20 months, I'm raising a politician in training.  And here's why:

• He never meets a stranger.  He excitedly waves "hi" to everyone he meets and always greets you with a smile.
• He has his fake laugh down to a science.  Yep, that's right.  The kid can laugh with the best of 'em.  Sure he has no idea what your laughing about, but by golly, he's going to laugh when you do.
• He's a talker.  We ususally have no idea what he's talking about, just like most politicians, but he can talk nonetheless.
• He loves to shake hands.  And oh my goodness does he love to shake hands.  Anyone and everyone  he comes across he sticks out his tiny little hand waiting for the other to grasp it.  This makes it nearly impossible during church to sit back down after the "meet and greet" at the beginning of the service or to get out of the grocery store.  And it doesn't matter if he's shook your hand 5 seconds before, if your still standing right there, he's going to do it again.

Yep, that's why my baby is going to be a politician.  Now, we just have to work on him kissing babies and I think we'll have the politician thing solidified.