Hmmm, what do I want to be when I grow up? I just finished watching the Superbowl with my mom and dad. They seemed like they were having fun. Everyone was chasing ‘the pig skin”. I LOVE pigskin! I could chase it and eat it.
I don’t want to be a Giant, (though I will be), and I don’t want to be a Patriot, (though I will be). I want to be a dog team. The NFL needs better team names…like “the Maine Lobsters” or “the New Jersey Swamp Things”, ( are those the Jets?…only kidding. How about the MoTown Mutts? or the Michagan Mastiffs”!
Yeah, I want to play for the Mastiff’s! I wonder if I can play linebacker? How wil I get my ears inside the helmet? Will my team have cheerleaders? I don’t want to play for a team without cheerleaders, or snacks. Snacks are important.Oh, and stuffed animals, and bones, and pull toys…oh, and they have to squeak, and ….Hey, Coach I have to pee! Time out, one of the dogs on the field is pooping. Is that a penalty? Who’s gonna’ clean it up? Paper, plastic? shovel?
Did I go off on a tangent?
Life Lesson: Dream BIG and have fun with it.