College at the age of 3

"Mom...I'm goin' to college."

That's what Brody walked into the kitchen and announced to me and Mike last night after dinner. I asked what he was going to do at college and he said, "I'm going to go to school, then I'm gonna go play racquetball, and then I'm going to work like you do, but for someone else. I'm gonna work for other people to pay taxes. (I think he means do tax returns...but his choice of wording is kind of ironic.)"

I asked, "What are you going to do with the money you make?"

Brody, "I'm gonna put it in my piggy bank. But can you give me some money right now? I really need some in my pocket so that I can give it to other people."

Aww. Really? He just wants money to give to people? So I said, "Give to other people?"

Brody, "Yeah. Like when I go to the store to buy things."

Oh. Ok. I was giving him too much credit. Maybe "giving money to other people" means "giving money to the sales associate at Wal-Mart".

Mike told him that he had to go to work before he got paid. So Brody turned and said, "Ok. I'm leaving now. I'm going to college. I love you! Bye!"

I made him promise to call me every day. He thought that sounded like a good idea. (Although he did say, "But if you call me at work and I'm in a meeting I'll have to call you later...when I'm on my way home.") Fifteen years from now, I wonder if he'll still think it's a good idea to call me every day?