Driving around this evening, Grant and I discussed what he might want to do when he grows up.
Grant: I don't want to be a fireman. It's too dangerous.
Me: How about a policeman?
Me: Why? Because it's dangerous?
Grant: No, it's not dangerous. They do the jail. There's a lot of crying. Nurse?
Me: You want to be a nurse?
Grant: No, they have needles. I want to be a dentist!
Last week he wanted to be a "cactus guy" so it looks like he's keeping his options open. Later he told me he didn't want to grow up...he wants to stay Grant. I thought that was a great idea.