Since the boy was 3, he has wanted to be an ice-cream man.
Yeah, go ahead and laugh.
I mean it is a funny career choice.
Not a doctor or a lawyer or a pharmacist, but an ice-cream man.
That is what he wants to be.
And he is adamant about it at the ripe old age of 7.
(Correction, 7 and 3/4…brought to you courtesy of my son).
At times people have tried to tell him that he shouldn’t want to be an ice-cream man.
But I shut that and them down with a quickness.
He can be whatever he wants to be.
And who are they, or me, to tell him otherwise.
I mean to give him credit he doesn’t just want to be an ice-cream man.
He has a plan.
(And that is more than most adults can say).
He wants to attend college and study science and business.
Science will assist him in creating new and exciting frozen treats.
While business will help him run his empire.
Because you see, my little man doesn’t just want to be an ice-cream man.
He wants to be THE ICE-CREAM MAN.
A world-renowned brand.
And me behind the counter of one of said locations working sans pay.
Oh, hold up did I forget to mention he is hecka tight when it comes to money…
That’s a whole other story.
But in his endeavor to fulfill his dreams, I am a whole-hearted supporter.
Even if that means me working for free.
Because not every child wants to be a dentist or an engineer.
Some of them just want to be an ice-cream man.
And that’s cool with me.