Geetle wants to be a rocket ship driver. That has been her dream for several months now.
I think that is a fine idea. If rocket ship drivers in the future become like pilots are today, I could be in position to get some free trips to the moon in about 25-40 years. BeAGoodMom has already stated that she is not planning on leaving the atmosphere, but I will be on board any flight to outer space that I can get on.
The big career plan might have hit a snag the other day, though. I was alone in the car with Geetle and Pookie. I mentioned how big they are getting and how it won’t be long before they are driving themselves around.
Geetle started getting nervous, “I don’t want to be by myself.”
I explained how much fun it will be for her and Pookie to hop in a car and head to T-Man’s house when they are older.
She got very nervous. Almost to tears. She said, “I just want to be with you and mom.”
“How are you going to be a rocket ship driver if you won’t drive a car by yourself?”
“I know. Maybe you and mom can come with.”
I think my odds of ever traveling to the moon just went down significantly.
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