A Note from a Tiny Human
Tonight my littlest, the Peanut, and I built a house out of Legos. We were building it for an alligator (of course) and he was telling me about all the things he wants to be when he grows up. His eyes grew wide and he threw his chubby, little arms in the air and declared, "I want to be a pi-wat." Like Captain Feathersword, the pirate from his favorite television show, The Wiggles. My five year old, the Pickle (a 35 year old trapped in a 5 1/2 year old body), promptly told him that he could never be Captain Feathersword because pirates were only pretend. You see, the Pickle is far more practical and prefers the more realistic dream of being a daddy but without a mustache because mustaches get in your mouth (of course).
Before bed, with this little dream of mine never far from my mind, I asked the Peanut if I should just be a lawyer or keep trying to be a writer. I mean, who doesn't enjoy the advice of a 2 1/2 year old dreamer? He said I should be a "A Sue-pa He-woe" so I can "fly da clouds."
His advice was everything I hoped it would be.
'bout a thing
cus ehwee liddle thing
gonna be awight."
- Bob Marley "Three Little Birds" as sung by the Peanut