We’ve raised the boys to believe they can grow up to be anything they want, as long as they work hard, get plenty of sleep and don’t overdose on Froot Loops and Sprite first.
That’s why it was disconcerting for me to hear the following exchange while I was eavesdropping on the twins’ bath:
Drew: “When I grow up, I’m going to be a lawyer, a chef, a famous artist or a drunk hobo.”
Porter: “If I can’t be an inventor guy, I’ll just be a mama’s boy.”
The empty nest isn’t looking so empty any more.