When I grow up...

While mom was preparing meal in the kitchen, James walked up with the following statements:
"When I grow up, I want to be a daddy and have...", with his fingers spread out like doing a high-five --"5 kids!"

It's not the first time that James had mentioned wanting to be a dad, but it was the first time that the number of future children (my future grandchildren!) came into discussion.

Mom: "Hmm, five is a good number."

James: "I want 3 boys and 2 girls".

Overhearing our conversation, Daniel chimed in: "When I grow up, I want first get a car, then get a job, then get married, then buy a house, and then have children. I only want 2." A few days ago, he had said that he would never get married.

Mom: "Are these things in the right order? Don't you need to work and earn money first to buy a car?"

Daniel: "MOM, you need a car to get a job!"

Later that day (yesterday or today? I can't even remember), after we read a book together, James came back to the topic: "When I grew up, I want to write books and draw pictures and give them to kids."

Daniel: "I want to be a Marine Seal, because they specialize in everything."

Mom: "Let's see, what dose specialize mean? Specialize in everything? ..."