What do you want to be when you grow up?

When I picked the boys up from school today; they told me what they wanted to be when they grew up.

Caden was showing me the picture he drew at school today of him as a teacher.  Our conversation went like this:

Why aren't you smiling?

Because it's a teacher.

Oh, teachers don't smile?

No, they just go like this:

Shortly after that, Caleb told Daddy, who was on speaker phone that he needed "baby scissors" to cut out his police man hat.