Holy sheet

Nicholas just told me that he’d like to become a police officer when he grows up.  I restrained myself for a good four seconds before a strangled “noooooooooooo” squeaked out of my clamped mouth.  Nicholas couldn’t understand why I thought this was a bad idea and I explained that it was so much more dangerous than general contractor, mayor or professional beatboxer.  He told me that he’d already circled it on the sheet.  Sheet?  What grade one sheet determines the fate of our babies?  To wrap our conversation up I let Nicholas know that he had years to change his mind.  He responded to this by stating that he could always enter a much less dangerous field…like firefighting.  Eeeeeeeeeeeep.

*I saw this sign in Florida and thought of youse guys.