Yesterday afternoon, I toured a local business which makes digital video recorders for police cars. At dinner last night I spoke to Kelly about my meeting, though never did I ever mention anything about police, as Kelly was already familiar with the business. My conversation was limited to my interactions with the person I met there.
Travis was largely silent during my talk with Kelly. During a lull in the conversation, a moment of reflection, he jumped in with a comment seemingly apropos of nothing.
“I want to be a police officer when I grow up,” he said almost to himself.
I marveled at what appeared to have just happened. Thinking quickly back, I confirmed that I never mentioned police, though I realized I had been subconsciously thinking about the gear I’d seen and its purpose. He didn’t seem to be trying to hijack the conversation, nor did he seem particularly pushy with his comment – it simply spilled out of his mouth.
While its true Travis often talks about becoming a police officer, the timing of this particular comment strikes me as very suspicious, considering nothing I said mentioned anything about police or careers.
Travis is four years old now. The last time Hallie surprised me with her mindreading she was probably still three.