Taxi

My son informed me today that he wants to drive a taxi when he grows up. He made this major life decision while driving his sister around the yard in Power Wheels. He even asked me about taxi driving schools. I’ve been to NYC and I’m pretty sure those guys didn’t get a diploma. Now, I’m not saying you can’t make an honest living chauffeuring people around. Diddy can’t be expected to drive himself. My son has mastered one of the job requirements. He drives like a maniac. In 10 minutes he nearly hit a tree, the house and ran over the dog. I’m not convinced that last one was an accident. I still haven’t ruled out that I may be raising Charles Manson (See previous post). Am I sounding like a snob? Look, I am not some elitist with a trust fund (Though I wish I was) I am from a middle class, hard working family. I just don’t want to see my children struggle. I would think at 5-years-old you’re supposed to have those unattainable dreams. You know, like wanting to be an astronaut that plays in a rock band on the Moon. NASA killed that one huh? I just think he is shooting a little low, too soon. If he will end up a few rungs below his “dream” does that means he will grow up to be a…… politician. I can’t have that. Let’s hope he changes his mind a million times before he starts college. He will probably change it a few more once he graduates. (I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.) Heck, he may live with me well into his 30’s. As I watch him tool around in the yard…. I’m okay with that.