tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290255598024083177.post7199528644873704839..comments2023-10-23T07:46:31.666-07:00Comments on Leaves of Lavender: My Son's Future Careers... Or Not.Holly Scuderohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11952942010714094175noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6290255598024083177.post-31966729817240235602014-10-31T05:40:05.577-07:002014-10-31T05:40:05.577-07:00I'm definitely leaning towards snail trainer, ...I'm definitely leaning towards snail trainer, after seriously reviewing his current lifestyle patterns. <br /><br />Chuckle to read this! It doesn't bother me, but it does make me laugh - so much so that my sisters and I love to parody it, making it as extreme as possible. When a baby kicks their legs, we scream, "He's going to be an Olympic sprinter!" When a baby grabs your mouth, we exclaim, "He's going to be an oral surgeon!!" When a baby rolls over we shout, "He's going to be a doormat!" <br /><br />I did get a serious laugh the other day on this subject, though - in Trader Joes, Jakob's pants slid down so his butt crack was very clearly. As I pulled them up, a grandpa walked by us chuckling and said, "Looks like he'll be a plumber some day." Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com