Aspirations

My Nicco wants to be an artist.

He's also a Fine Young Capitalist.

On our way to school this morning, the most interesting cloud was sitting over the mountain. I said to my boy that I wished I had my camera. I hoped that the cloud would still be there when I got home so I could take a picture. (Alas, it is not.)

Nicco said, "That cloud is meant to be painted. When I grow up and be an artist, I'll paint it. And I'll sell it to you."

~snort~ (that's what I did. I snorted.)