Monday, March 2, 2009

Dream big, my son...

I was tucking my boy into bed last night - he looked a little tired, and a little worried.

"Mummy," he said, "can I be a clone trooper when I grow up?"

I did my best not to laugh. "Of course," I told him, "You can be anything you want to be when you grow up." He still looked a little concerned.

"But mummy," he said, "where will I get the armour?"

Worry he does for one so young.

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