Ty (frustrated, out of nowhere): Why am I even alive?Me: Well, what else are you supposed to be?Ty: Well, every day is exactly the same.Me: But we do lots of different things. You do different things like gymnastics and horseback riding and playing with Nan all week.Ty: But it's not very exciting. There's never any bad guys.Me: I think we're pretty lucky that we don't have to see bad guys.Ty (playing with a photo album): Yeah, but I just want to take some pictures of the bad guys and put them in my photo album.Me: You know, Ty, you're still learning how to live. You're still growing and deciding what sort of things you like to do. And when you grow up and finish school, and maybe go to college, then you get to decide what you really want to do, like help people, or do what daddy's doing like sailing around the world, or be like momma and help the world by being a scientist and fighting bad guys. Or be a mountain climber. Or be a policeman or a fireman and help people....
Ty: I want to be what you are, Daddy.
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