The 8 year old said what?

This morning as we were all afluster with the last minute out the door school preparations, a classic one came out of blonde rascal's mouth.

He was telling me how he likes the salisbury steak from the school cafeteria. (Bleh...excuse me while I throw up a little in my mouth)

I said well ok I will find a recipe, and you can help me make it. He likes to cook.

I then went on about how he should be chef when he grows up. You know, open a fab restaurant (preferably in NYC cuz then hubs & I would have to move there to support his
dream) and have people travel the world over to devour his culinary masterpieces.

To which he replied...."Nah, I want to be a tattoo artist"

I threw my head back in uproarious laughter!

Hubs was sitting at the bar eating his breakfast, quietly shaking his head in disbelief.

I told blondie I would proudly be his first client.