Casa Jonsson

With two kids in school, and two at home, life feels calmer in the morning hours … more conducive to conversations about life goals. Our four-year-old very seriously posed a conundrum different from others I have faced: “Mommy, when I’m a grownup, do you want me to be a pirate or a hunter?”

Funny, neither of these had actually been in my top 10 choices. This child is fascinated with any kind of weapon. He doesn’t actually have any real weapons. The closest he gets is a water gun. Recently he made some sort of weapon with a collection of his brother’s toothbrushes. So now we can all look forward to sharing whatever germs they have been harboring.

To our dismay, he has been digging around in our knife drawer. I tried to demystify knives by having him help me cut carrots, but since then he’s been mostly more obsessed with cutting various vegetables and fruits.

He’s been a little sad to go to school and I was trying to cheer him up by suggesting, “You’ll color and draw there. Don’t you like to color and draw?”

“No.”

“How about painting and crafts?”

“No.”

“How about cutting and pasting?”

His face brightened. “I love to cut!”

“Great!”

Then he frowns. “But only with knives and chainsaws.”

He told me that he thought it would be better to be a hunter because pirates have sort of a dangerous job, but hunters never go hungry. That is certainly one way to look at it.

The other career option he is seriously considering is that of a violinist. We’re starting him on the “Twinkles.” Aren’t human beings a mystery?