Posted by: Jamie Stamm | April 13, 2008

A kid story (times two)

The other night, Cera and I were lying in bed when she announced to me, “Mommy, I finally know what I want to be when I grow up.”

Well, thank goodness she has finally figured out her career path, I thought to myself. After all, she is 5 years old.

“What do you want to be?” I asked, bracing myself for what could come next.

“A cheerleader,” she said, which I half expected since she pretends she’s one half the time anyway.

But then came the job choice that I hadn’t been anticipating.

“Or a diva,” she said.

“A what?” I asked.

“A diva,” she repeated.

“Do you even know what a diva is?” I asked.

“No,” she said. “But it sounds cool.”

What am I in for?


While shopping at Target in Cary on Thursday night, we picked out a new pair of Spiderman sandals for Anthony to replace his pair from last summer, which he wore everywhere but has since grown out of. We tried on a pair of sevens, and they were a perfect fit.

Apparently too perfect – because Anthony didn’t want to take them off.

At the mere suggestion of removing the shoes, his bottom lip jutted out and I saw the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

It had been a long day, and I simply wasn’t up for the battle. So I gave in.

I just wanted to share this story in case anyone saw me at Target on Thursday, pulling my son from the shopping cart and passing his feet over top of the scanner so that I could pay for his sandals.



  1. LOL! I bet you felt like Marge Simpson. I always wondered if some tired, harried checkout person would scan one of my kids, and now that I know that it not only CAN be done, but that it HAS been done, I can move on with life, slightly more fulfilled than I was before I read this! 😛

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