
"Would you like to be a fireman?" I asked.
"No. That's too dangerous. I might get burned up," he said in all seriousness.
"How about a truck driver?"
"No. I might get in a wreck."
"You like animals. Maybe you could work in a zoo."
"No. The lions' roar would hurt my ears. And I'd have to pick up poop and that stinks. But maybe I could wear a helmet with an air hose like a fireman wears...."
"You could build houses."
"No. I'd have to be up high and I might fall down. And I'd have to lift heavy things."
I had to admit the kid had great logic, but still I plodded on with more suggestions.
"What about a doctor?"
"No!" he said adamantly. "I'd have to look inside peoples' mouths and ears and that's gross!!"
So the conversation went on and on like that. Everything I mentioned, even being a cook at McDonald's, was critically turned down until finally I found a winner.
"You could fix people's hair."
He thought a few seconds. "Yeah," he responded with satisfaction at last. "I could put gel and goop on my fingers and rub it and make a Mohawk! That's what I could do."
"But you'll have to go to hairstyling school."
"I know. But I have a lot more of other school to do first. Well, I gotta go ride my bike. See ya."
One must always balance work with play.
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So young and so wise :)
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