Just the other night, Parker and I got into a fight...
Parker: When can we have a baby?
Me: Parker, it's just not the right time, what with where we live and everything. We've talked about this already.
Parker: Well, what about a puppy? I want a puppy.
Me: Yeah, I want a puppy, too. But we live above a lumberyard. I don't want to get a puppy until we have a yard and a block for that puppy to play on.
Parker: Well, all of our friends are getting puppies and / or having babies so I'm getting jealous. And I want a cute, little puppy and a cute, little baby.
Me: Parker. Ohmygosh. We've talked about all of this - don't make me be the bad person.
Then we continued to get into an argument for a few minutes during which I was telling him that it must be nice to always be the one wanting, wishing, dreaming, whatever. I told him it's not always easy being the realistic, logical, boring one. He proceeded to sort of start lecturing me. Although, you know what, it wasn't a bad lecture.
He told me I need to dream more. That sometimes I need to just talk about things that would be 'cool' even if they're not going to happen. I told him that I can't because one of us needs to be logical or else we'd be living in la-la land. He said that if I would just let myself talk about 'what if' every once in a while, he would actually step up and be the realistic person. He was telling me to dream - think outside the box - live with my feet off the ground.
And that, is why I love that man.