Caleb came downstairs Sunday morning to see that I had removed the changing table from the playroom.
C: I see that something is missing!
Me: Yes, it is! What?
C: The changing table. Why did you take that out?
Me: Well, I figured I could just change Abby on the floor and we could use the extra space.
C: (smiling this weird smile) Oh, that is very nice.
C: I smiled and said that very politely, didn't I? But on the inside I was thinking, there is going to be poop ALLLLLL over the floor!
C: When I grow up, I want to be a dancer.
Me: Oh, I thought you wanted to be an astronaut.
C: Well, I am. I'm going to be an astronaut who is also a speech therapist for the other astronauts who need some help talking. I can also use sign language for the ones who can't hear. Then I'll just be a dancer on the weekends.
Me: I see...what kind of dancer?
C: A disco dancer, of course.
Side note: I'm sure speech therapy and signing services are a real need at NASA. I'm confident that he will be perfect for that position. Dream big, Caleb.
C: (points to red decorative tag at the bottom of his shirt) This red tag shows everyone else that I'm a Ninja of Fire.