I'm raising a fire truck and a police car

Even before Ben was born, Max informed me that the baby was going to someday be a police officer. That was because Max was the only one in the house who could be a firefighter.

Turns out that Ben has other ideas. He's into fire trucks and Max lets him play with his old ones, a sure sign of maturity. Someone gave me a little firefighter outfit and Ben wore it the other day as he played with Max's collection of pretend extinguishers. (Max has a real one in his room, a birthday present he got one year by request.)

When I asked Ben what he wanted to be when he grew up, he said "fire truck." The fact that it was virtually impossible didn't seem to matter to Max, who insisted "No, Ben, police officer!"

"No, fire truck!" said Ben.

"You mean a firefighter?" I asked.

"No, fire truck!" he repeated.

"And what do you want Max to be when he grows up?" I asked Ben.

"Police car!" he said.

So, there you go. I am raising a fire truck and a police car.