Find Your Inner Cat

This is why you should find your inner cat.

A few nights ago we were sitting around the dinner table, doing more talking than eating.
Isaiah, my seven year old, with eyes so blue it would appear that the summer skies have been squeezed into them, looked at me and said, "Mommy, what will I be when I grow up?"

"You can be whatever you want, baby. A lawyer, a doctor, a truck driver, a nurse, a teacher..."

Daddy joined in, cause that's what we do in our family. "Or you could be a designer or a dentist, a banker or bricklayer."

"Or a writer. You're a great writer. I love your stories," I said.

Isaiah looking thoughtful said, " Thanks Mom, but I think I'm more of an artist. I like my drawings."

I ruffled his hair and touched my finger to the tip of his nose. Cause who can resist that cute nose? "Well you be an artist then baby. I'll buy all your paintings."

Isaiah giggled.

Then Cyrus, our family's resident three-year-old, said, "Or a cat. You could be a pussy cat."

We laughed, but Cyrus started to cry.

"Oh, Honey. Sorry. Isaiah can be a pussy cat if he wants to," I said.

"Or a crocodile," Daddy added.

Cyrus laughed with us this time.

"Or a donkey," Isaiah said.

"Just don't be a chihuahua," Daddy said. "Our family has one of those already, and one is enough."


So I ask you, have you found your inner cat? Maybe you should. The world is funnier when you do :)

PHOTO: Me and my boys (oh, and the chihuahua)