M started indoor soccer a few weeks ago. He didn’t want to do it and asked me to remember our talk when he said he wanted to do fire fighting. I ended the discussion by telling him you have to play soccer first.
He’s going through a fire fighter phase right now. So we paid Grandma a visit who works at a police/fire station.
At the department the test dummies were laying on the ground. M was quietly starring at one. He walks closer and kicks the dummy in the head and exclaims, ” he’s not alive!”
Apparently that’s a good way to tell if someone is alive. I’m thinking he’s made more like his daddy and will end up a police officer.