Daddy

So, my son has a habit of coming into bed first thing in the morning so he can "nuggle" with Mommy & Daddy. He came in and the first words to me were: Son:"I don't want to be a Daddy when I grow up. Now, I want to be a doctor for aminals" Me: " You want to be a vetranarian?" Son: "No, I want to fix dogs and tats" Me: "Well, okay, you can do that. But, you can be a Daddy, too" Son: "I won't have time" Me: "Well, alrighty, then." Later that night, as I was tucking him in, I have the habit of turning off the lights, turning on low music, and leaving the door ajar. My son usually tells me to "weave the door open, a wittle" as I do this. But instead, he tells me, "Mom, I want to be a Daddy, actually." These were the last words I heard from my son last night. I love this guy. He has the sweetest heart. Obviously, he had been thinking hard on this all day. What a good kid.