Sunday night, after days and days of E saying, "Mommy, mommy! We have to write my hopes and dreams for school." and me saying, "Honey, I think it is supposed to be the parents writing their hopes and dreams for the children." followed by a whine and, "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo. It's my hopes and dreams, Mommy. Mine. MYHOPESANDDREAMSMOMMMMMMMMMMMY.... MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE."
I acquiesced.
E thought very seriously of all he ever wants out of his life and carefully chose his words. This is what I captured, verbatim:
"When I am a grown up, I want to be a baseball player. On my birthday, I want my mommy and daddy to get me a good present. I want my mommy to get a good night sleep tonight. I love my mommy and daddy. Those are my hopes and dreams."
I am so glad this kid knows at such a young age how important sleep is for his mama.
Oh, and the post-it note on his sign out sheet Monday afternoon said:
"Thank you for turning in E's hopes and dreams, but we need the submission to be what the parents want for their children."
Didn't I just say that?
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Hilarious!
I think you should submit the following:
"My hope & dream for Emerson is that all his hopes and dreams come true...especially that part about his mama getting a good night sleep!"
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