Sorry it's been awhile, but life has been a bit crazy. Things are under control, there is just a lot to fit in and I get tired. I'll try to be better after the move. Have patience.
Gabe told me yesterday that he no longer wanted to be a fireman when he grows up. I asked him what he did want to be. He said that he didn't know what you call it, but he wants to help people when he grows up. He thinks old people need help. Like if they need their lawn mowed, he would do it. Or taking old people to the grocery store to help them get around and find everything. He doesn't think old people want to drive every where themselves. I asked him what made him come up with this idea (thinking he'd seen or heard something somewhere) and he said he saw the people mowing the lawn at the apartment and he just thought old people need more help with that then the rest of us.
I was kind of amazed. It sort of sounds like hospice care. I am sure he will go through many phases by the time he grows up, but I couldn't help but be proud of his desire to help people who need it.
