For almost a year now Jude has been telling us that he wants to be a meteorologist when he grows up. I thought the goal was unusual for a kid, but Jude is also the kid who informed Scott that saying he was naughty was an “ad hominen attack” before he turned three.

Right now we’re under a storm warning - we’ve pulled the dogs into the house and are watching the black sky outside. There is a tornado advisory in affect and areas where the storm is hitting are experiencing hail the size of baseballs.

Jude is antsy. He keeps watching the black clouds from our dining room window and talking about how scary the weather is. I pointed out that as a meteorologist one thing he’ll be doing is watching storms like this.

The response?

“I don’t like storms. I don’t want to be a meteorologist. I want to dig up dinosaur bones.”

I guess he has been meaning paleontologist.