Did you ever have one of those days where you're watching your children play, and you begin to fantasize about what they will become when they grow up? It's as if they give clues.
Take for instance this morning. My boys insisted on putting on a rock band show for me before school. They each held two play bowling pins in their hands which acted as their drum sticks. Two Matchbox Car collector boxes were used as drums.
I sat in awe as the boys banged away. Suddenly my mind drifted, and both boys were wearing "Kiss" makeup. I pictured the older one in a suit of armor yelling into a microphone. While the younger one sat behind a drum set. A "Mom" tattoo strategically drawn on his upper arm.
Back to reality. I realized my boys were still banging away at their toys. No makeup, no high hair, no bright lights. Just the sweetness of two boys trying to entertain their Mommy.
I took that opportunity to ask the burning question: "What do you boys want to be when you grow up?"
"We want to be rock stars." They replied.
Just when you think you dodged a bullet; those wonderful beings of yours learn to reload.