On our drive home the other night, my boys and I were listening to a children's version of Fly Me To The Moon (yes, seriously) and Christos was singing along, (so cute) as Dimitry was totally dancing in his car seat(for real).
"Christos," I said, "I don't ever want you to go to the moon."
"Why, mommy?" he asked.
"Because you'd be way too far away from me. Please don't ever become an astronaut."
"Okay, mommy. I don't want to be an astronaut. I want to be a street streeper."
My son, reaching for the stars. Such high aspirations my 3 year old has! I'm totally okay with that, too. Well, okay, not really, but it's better than going to the moon! Can you imagine how much I'd worry? I mean, okay, it would be pretty cool to be the mom of an astronaut, but I couldn't handle it. Not for a second!