Today PP told me that he has so many dreams — to be a robot builder (currently into robots), a paleontologist (like the guy in that PBS show), a clown (this is very obvious), a dancer (like MJ!), an octonaut (he meant astronaut), and a trash pick up guy (not sure where this comes from).
It’s quite funny and cute how he has all these dream at this age, and the innocence that infuses into each of his dream job in the future.
Last night I told him that he needs to speak more Vietnamese words so that he can sing more Vietnamese songs. He then told me, Mama, but I am only half Vietnamese, I know only half words so I can’t speak, Mama!
I love this boy. He is full of quirkiness!