I’ll admit that I spend way more time than I should trying to dream up all of the things my children will do with their lives as they grow older.  I suppose some parents might say that it’s a waste of time because you really only have so much control over how your children grow up.  Others might recommend a different approach to say that you shouldn’t dream for your children because it might interfere with their own dreams.  Then there’s a brief conversation I had in the hallway with one of my colleagues, Drew Brooks, who’d met the family yesterday.  He mentioned that Ryan was hilarious and “much cooler at age 4 than I will ever be,” and then jokingly offered to represent Cooper as his agent because he’s going to be “a bruiser.”  It got me thinking about this picture we took the other day where Coop was dragging his plastic pool around the house in sort of  his own “tough man” competition.

I have high hopes for both my children and I dream many dreams for them.  While I’d encourage them to follow their dreams, if those dreams happen to land a 7 year $900 million (counting inflation in 2034) contract I’ll be okay with that.  Of course, I’d love him just as much if he became a pool cleaner.