At some point over the weekend I asked Ella what she wanted to be when she grows up. She didn’t even acknowledge the question at the time, despite its relevancy to whatever conversation we were having. Now some of you might laugh and say that she couldn’t possibly know what I meant, but this child gets it. Well, except that sometimes she gets confused between “grow up” as in age and get older as opposed to “growed up” which usually means to throw up or gag, but that’s a story for another day.
Anyway… on Sunday afternoon we were eating lunch at Live Bait in Orange Beach {sidebar: let me tell you that we were the only customers this side of 75!}. We were eating seafood, coloring pictures and admiring the sea creatures hanging from the ceiling. My only complaint is that the television selection was awful. They were playing a different ESPN channel on every monitor and the one closest to us was showing women’s professional bowling. Ella looked at the TV and then looked at me. She pointed to that big screen and said, “I wanna do that when I grow up!”
A professional bowler that loves the beach. What more could a mama ask for? Make me proud, baby! When I grow up, I want to live at the beach and make more beautiful babies like this one.
