Keep Dreaming
One afternoon a few weeks ago, our seven year old son came bursting through the door from school and proclaimed, “When I grow up, I’m going to be a ghostbuster!” A ghostbuster? Hmmmm…. I love his enthusiasm, though. And for the record, this wasn’t the first time he enthusiastically stated his chosen career field. And it differs all the time. Sometimes he wants to be a janitor, sometimes an “ice…