Yesterday we were driving to the YMCA. Here was the conversation:
Olivia: "Mom, when I grow up, I want to be on Wipeout."
Quinn: "Mom, when I grow up, I want to be a babysitter."
Me to both of them: "Wow. That's cool." (Sheesh, every parent's dream.)
Quinn: "Olivia, being a babysitter is waaaay safer than being on Wipeout. Plus it would hurt less."
Olivia: "Yeah. Except this arm is practically double jointed. So I don't think Wipeout would hurt THAT much."
And this is what summer vacation is doing to my family. I guess this was a good reminder not to put all your retirement eggs and dreams in your children's future. (Unless of course Olivia goes on to win the $50,000 grand prize.)
As for Quinn, I'm sure he'd make an excellent babysitter- as long as the kids do exactly what he says, when he says it and they follow the rules 100%. (He's a touch controlling, that one.)
Turner's silence from the discussion was duly noted.