This morning Logan (age 6) announced that he wanted to be a doctor when he grows up. After a long, sometimes circuitous conversation and several clarifying questions, I discovered this:
“I want to be a people doctor in the morning and a doggie doctor in the afternoons.”
I gave him a big hug and told him that it was a great idea and that he would have to work very hard to accomplish those dreams. So…the challenge becomes how to get the child who cannot remember from one day to the next what sound the letter “B” makes or how to shape his mouth to pronounce the word ‘after’ prepared for such a gigantic undertaking. Am I up for it?
Guess I’m gonna have to take it up a notch or two. ☺