It’s fun to speculate what your little one will be, isn’t it?

My son is either going to be a TV show fashion critic, or a member of the Mafia.

OK, perhaps I should explain further.

I’ve nicknamed him Carson after Carson Kresley, the fashion expert on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy and How To Look Good Naked. He’s blond, funny, cute, and has strong opinions about my fashion sense. Why, only yesterday, he insisted I took off the shirt that I picked, and he chose another one for me. It was red, and I was wearing a pink skirt, so we have different ideas of what colors go together. Or perhaps I just don’t understand his haute couture fashion style.

Now, how did I come up with the notion that he’d join the Mafia? We don’t have any Italian roots. It’s really more to do with his current love of concrete mixer trucks. He has about six, presents from grandparents and aunts and ones from the 99¢ bins at Target as a bribe for sitting in the cart while I shop. He’s fond of putting little plastic toy animals in the mixer. Just joking one day, after watching the Godfather on DVD the night before, I asked him if he was going to send the zebra to sleep with the fishes. Well, of course, he thought that was a marvelous idea (yes, I know it was a stupid thing to say) so ever since he’s been mixing up a whole zoo and singing about sleeping with fishes in a manner in which Vito Corleone would be proud.

So, in a entirely non-serious way, based on their personality, what do you think your baby or toddler might be when they grow up?