More Misunderstood

Today in the car the boys were discussing their future professions.

Dash (5): “I want to be a  butterfly farmer.”

Jack-Jack (4): “I want to be a chef.”

Incredibaby (2): “I want to be a doctor. But the kind that doesn’t give shots and gives lots of lollipops.”

The baby paused and added, “And Mommy will clean.”

I asked in a rather higher than usual voice while suppressing all sorts of snarky comments in my head, “Mommy will clean?!”

To which he replied, “No, Mommy, you’re the QUEEN!”

Exactly. I love that kid!