Sometimes I can be negative and give him the side eye. I mean, really? What kind of paint could we use that would evaporate in the clouds? How much would that cost? Would we be able to install seat belts onto the surfboards? What if it rains?
I don't want to say that I'm a Debbie Downer or a Nancy Negative but sometimes reality is heavy on my shoulders and I get a little uptight. Dreaming is something for people who have the time, I grumble. But when I witness my children sitting on their father's lap, chatting and giggling, dreaming up things for their future, I realize how special his capacity to dream really is. And if it wasn't for him, the chil'rens would miss out.
Today Michael was making an early dinner for the kids since Mondays are busy with Boy Scout meetings. Together with Maya and Xixi, they made mini pizzas made on pita bread rounds from Trader Joe's. They sprinkled cheese, perfected their seasoning blend and began to dream about Maya's own pizza shop called Midgey's (Maya's nickname). Midgey's would be unique because all of the pizzas would be made on mini-pita rounds and you can make it to order. All of the toppings would come from an organic veggie garden. Remember the photo processing huts from back in the day? The ones you could drive through and pick up your developed photos? They envisioned a drive thru mini-pizza stand, complete with a giant pizza on a fork on the roof, and signage that said,
We wondered if it would be politically correct to call it Midgey's since that is short for Midget and the pizza's were "mini".
Hmmm. Oh well.
It's okay because this was their dream. And no one can tell you no in your dream.
|Ever want a captive audience? Draw something with your kids.|
|Midgey's mini pizzas.|
|Xixi said she didn't want to cook the pizza, she just wanted to take the orders and talk to all the customers.|
Dream big, for yourself and for your kids. They will remember.