Beck wants out of politics

Yesterday morning, lying in bed, I looked over my left shoulder and found Beck wide awake staring at me intently, practically willing me awake.

He had something to say:

Whispering, so as not to wake up Caden over my right shoulder: "Mommy, I know what I want to be when I grow up!"

Me: "What's that, Bug?"

Beck: "I want to be an Ice Cream Man!"

I tried hard not to show my disappointment. Can you imagine what this will do for my diet!?