I like the way four-year-old Kane thinks.
He was driving his tractor and wagon around the living room floor doing various voices as he acted out the conversation between the tractor and something else that I never figured out. The wagon was filled with a bunch of small rubber tires that the boys keep taking off of their farm equipment, and Kane was talking about taking the tires to the farm.
After a while of watching this I asked Kane if he wanted to be a farmer like Daddy.
“No, I don’t want to be a farmer,” he said with complete seriousness. “I want to be medium.”
“Medium” is the word Kane often uses instead of “small.” Unless he is talking about two-and-a-half-year-old Reid, and then he says Reid is small. For the record Daddy is big, Kane is medium and Reid is small. Mommy is a girl. Apparently girls don’t have sizes.
So I’ve learned that Kane doesn’t want to grow up. He is going to stay medium.