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?
Grant: No.
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.
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Of only we could keep them little and "themselves" forever!! :-)
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