So I was in the car after picking up both boys from school the other day, and we had this conversation:

Fozzie (age 4): When I grow up, I’m going to build a laser gate.

Me: Awesome, buddy. Like the ones on Star Wars?

Skywalker (age 6): Like the ones where they kept Obi-Wan prisoner, right? Those don’t exist in real life. Do they?

Me: I don’t think so. But that just means Fozzie gets to invent them.

Fozzie: Yep. I’m going to invent them.

Skywalker: Wouldn’t it be cool if we invented them together? Me, Fozzie and Daddy?

Me: What about Mommy? I can help invent, too.

Skywalker [without missing a beat]: So, Mommy, I was thinking. Since you love writing books so much, after we invent the laser gate, you can write the instruction manual about how to use the laser gate.

Fozzie: Yeah. I would not want to do that part.

Skywalker: Me either.

*Sigh.* At least I know when my kids take over the world later, I’ll have a cushy job as a technical writer…

MJ Pullen

M.J. Pullen is a distracted writer and the mom of two boys in Roswell, Georgia, where she is absolutely late for something important right now. Her books include quirky romantic comedies and playful women's fiction. She blogs erratically with writing advice, random observations, and reflections on raising very loud kids and dogs. Join her Distracted Readers newsletter list for updates, free content, giveaways and more.