Conner is 5, going on 35.
He is always, and I mean always in uniform. To play means to become for him. I find little piles like this in my house. This is a uniform that he considered wearing, but instead went with something else. (This was a military man, by the way.)
So, each morning, this is what he does. He goes to his room and considers what his job for the day is. If it's a school day, he insists on wearing a Providence uniform, because his big brothers do. (Conner is in preschool by the way, and it doesn't require a uniform.)
If it is a basketball game day for his brothers, he wears a basketball uniform, soccer day, soccer uniform, and the list goes on.
With all of that said, yesterday, Conner watched excitedly while the recycling truck came and took all of the trash and threw it in the truck. (Why is that so exciting to little boys? I still have that yet to figure out.) Anyway, he was very impressed, and so he came inside and announced that he was going to be a trash man for the day. He put on blue jeans, a t-shirt, tennis shoes, and got on his tricycle that has a basket on the back. He then went around gathering trash all around the house, even getting trash out of the trash can.
Tommy mentioned to him that "You know, there is a lot of money to be made in recycling. Did you know they make t-shirts out of Coke bottles?" Well, that was it, Conner was in business.
The problem was, by the end of the day, we were ready for the trash to go into the trash can, and not riding around our house on three wheels. So, we said, "Conner, you need to go and put the trash away, and put your trash truck in the garage." He said, "Well, I can't, because it's worth a lot of money."
So, after a long days work, Conner sold us his trash, and put his trash truck in the garage, and we threw the trash away. All in a days work...
