Yesterday, Griffin came home from school and excitedly told me he wanted to be an artist when he grew up! I was thrilled because not only was this the first “when I grow up” conversation he’s initiated, but also because- ARTIST! Left brains unite! So I asked him what kind of artist he wanted to be. The following conversation ensued:
Griffin: I want to make letters. For all kinds of people.
Me: letters? Like ABC? Or like writing letters for people to read?
Griffin: to read. And I want to deliver them, with packages from my truck every day.
Me: umm… you want to deliver packages & letters? Are you thinking of a mail carrier?
Griffin: hmmm… what kind of trucks to artists drive?
Me: uhhh… I dont know, bud. Artsits paint or draw or sculpt and make things for people to look at. I guess they could drive whatever kinds of trucks they wanted to own.
Griffin: mail carrier. I definitely want to be a mail carrier.
We Keefers 