Over the weekend, Dylan woke up early and found me curled in a chair reading. He climbed in my lap with his red blanket, and we had the most incredible conversation about astronauts and diapers. It went something like this.
D: Mom, I just can’t figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
M: Well, you still have a lot of time to decide.
D: Well, it won’t be a fireman. They get burned.
M: Good point.
D: And not a policeman, either. They get shot at!
D: I thought about a scientist, but Makenna says that takes a lot of school. Bleh!
M: That’s also true.
D: And there’s no way I would be an astronaut.
M: Too much school, too?
D: No! When they are in space, they have to poop in their pants and wear a diaper. That’s just GROSS!
M: You are very right.
D: Mom, why are they called diapers? It’s a funny word. It doesn’t make any sense.
M: What would you call them?
D: Poo-Pee Catchers. Get it? Cause they catch poop and pee!!