This thread is sadly hysterical, isn't it.
My mom isn't an idiot, but she is a bit weird sometimes. A few days ago I was talking to her on the phone. She's always giving me guilt trips about not telling her about the kids, yadda yadda yadda, so I tell her about something Indi said that I thought was cute.
We went on a field trip to the fire station and Indi was really impressed with the firemen. This led to us talking about what he could be when he grew up, etc. He was thrilled that he could one day be a fireman. A few minutes later, I wanted to know if that desire had stuck or not so I asked him what he wants to be when he grows up. He responded, "An alligator."
So I tell my mom that story, thinking she'll get a grandmotherly kick out of it. She's silent for a few seconds and then says in a completely serious tone, "Oh, dear. He can't be an alligator when he grows up." Gee mom, really? I actually know that, but seeing as how he's three, I think I'll let him live in fantasy for just a bit longer. She was really bothered by it!
