On Saturday, I was running a bunch of errands with both kids in tow. While we were driving, Will and I were talking about firemen. He's on a fireman kick again. He's been wearing his vinyl fireman jacket and hat all day, while carrying a fire extinguisher and hose around. You should see the looks we get in Target. If he's 14 and still wearing that get-up, I'll address it then. Anyway, in the car, he announces that he's going to be a fireman when he grows up and that I can be one, too. I ask him if Reina is going to be a fireman (woman? person? firefighter?) when she grows up and he thinks about it for a minute and then says...
"No, she can be the fire dog."
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