Overheard on the footpath

Older brother (maybe 5): When I grow up, I want to be a dinosaur. What do you want to be?

Little brother (3ish) : Um. A cat?

Older brother: Mum, what do you want to be when you grow up?

Mum: I think I’ll be a mum.

Older brother: You don’t want to be a dinosaur?

Half of me sees this kid growing up to be a kind of Australian dinosaur equivalent of Kafka’s metamorphic roach – getting buried under the bureaucracy and finally giving up.

Was Kafka's roach really a roach, or was he a metaphor for being buried under bureaucracy?

Was Kafka’s roach really a roach, or was he a metaphor for being buried under bureaucracy?


The other half of me sees him as this wonderfully ambitious child-turned-dinosaur who seeks out those arm-extenders so he can PUT ON THAT HAT!

With two arm extenders, the T-Rex really is unstoppable.

With two arm extenders, the T-Rex really is unstoppable.

Alternately, he could just grow up to be a human. His brother the cat, though – he has potential.

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~ by Genevieve on May 29, 2013.

2 Responses to “Overheard on the footpath”

  1. My nephew (3) wants to be a giant robot when he grows up. He’s figured out that humans (“hoomans”) can’t grow into dinosaurs, but giant robots are the next best thing.

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