Whenever I put the boy to bed (these days, in his own room), we usually have these profound conversations about life, love and... Bruce Lee. Heh. That's his new idol, in case you're wondering. Anyway, yesterday's bedtime was again, occasion for some talking.
"So what do you wanna be when you grow up?" I asked the boy.
"When I grow up," Jesse carefully articulated, "I want to be a man."
Heheh. At his age, it's all very simple. I was half expecting him to say Bruce Lee or Iron Man or something, but instead, my boy just wants to grow up to be a man.
"Why do you want to be a man?" I chuckled, as I probed him further.
"Because I have short hair," my boy said. I was taken aback a little about his answer, but he was under no pretenses about what a man should look like. Not wanting him to have stereotyped ideas about people and the way they look, I decided to set him straight.
"Men can have long hair too," I countered, reminding him of an old photo he had recently seen of me. He couldn't recognise me under all that hair (which was then falling below my shoulders a little), and when Mommy pointed it out to him, he pretty much laughed his ass off about it.
"Daddy had long hair too, remember?" I reminded my son, "You wanna grow up to be a man like Daddy?"
"Nooooo," he said matter-of-factly, "Daddy was an ugly man!"
I dunno... I'm thinking of putting him up for adoption.