The Astronaut

The other day in the car, Ethan saw some tractors sitting in a field, and it sparked a 'what I wanna be when I grow up' discussion.

Ethan: "Mom, I wanna be a tractor driver when I grow up."

Me: "You mean, a farmer?"

Ethan: "No," he said plainly.  "I don't wanna to be a farmer. I just want to drive a tractor."

Seems reasonable.

He was quiet for a few minutes, and I could tell wheels were spinning. Then, he said:

"Mom.  I ashually don't wanna be a tractor driver when I grow up anymore. I wanna drive a rocket......I wanna be a rocket man."

(And thanks to that new Volkswagon commercial that played 14 times during the Broncos game yesterday, enter Elton John in my head.)

Ethan: "Yeah. I wanna be a rocket man......a blaster driver!"

Apparently, he is calling rockets/spaceships/shuttles "blasters" these days. The things you learn in the car.

He sat in the back seat talking for a few minutes about rockets and being a blaster driver. I thought it would be a good opportunity for teaching.

Me: "Ethan, do you remember what blasters drivers are called?"

Ethan: "A blaster driver Mommy. No......wait.....a.....a.....a blast-tra-nat!!  A blast-tra-nat!

I like his word better.