While we were at this surprise birthday, Brit determined his calling in life. He is going to be...hold on to your hats (or your pitchforks)... A CHICKEN FARMER. If you press him on it he is emphatic that he will not be a farmer, but a chicken farmer.
The people we were celebrating with have a farm, and thus have chickens that roam free in the farm yard - in a very charming way. They get all their eggs from the chickens. Brit loves to go there and chase the chickens, and "help" them fly, and hold them and look for eggs.
His actual words were, "IF I grow up (he keeps saying "if"), I am going to be a chicken farmer." This newest aspiration has lasted 1 week now, and is said with the most conviction of any of his ideas.
We may have to work on the terminology and anatomy of chicken farming, as Brit says that chickens "baaak eggs".
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I think Brit will make an excellent chicken farmer. Career planning must be in in the air because just this weekend Kate, our 4-year-old, told us that she wants to teach kids how to swim (and claims that she is already good at giving swimming lessons) AND she wants to be a cheerleader. Of course this is in addition to her long held aspiration of becoming a rock star. I hope she can fit it all in.
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