Dear Everyone Telling My Daughters They Can Be Anything They Want,
Please stop.
I agree with you in spirit, but telling my five and four-year-old daughters they can be anything they want only gets their hopes up, which you’re forcing me to dash. I’m already the bad guy at bedtime, dinner time, and any time that interrupts screen time.
Practically, they can’t be anything they want. For example, as both have requested, neither can become a penguin, an apple tree, or, apparently, the President of the United States. Also, my wife and I are both under 5’5", so a successful basketball player, house painter, and shelf stocker are likely out of the question too. Jockey, you say? We don’t have horse girl(s’) money!
Guess who gets to break the news to my daughters that they can’t intern with Santa? The same person who had to explain that the tooth fairy is a lifetime appointment and no, they’re not currently requesting résumés.