Heard only 15 minutes ago at the dinner table (on a night when I got home from work around 7:15 p.m.):
Charles: "Dad, when I grow up my job is going to be just like yours."
Me: "What?"
Charles: "My job when I grow up is going to last as long as yours."
Me: "What do you mean?"
Charles: "My job is going to take as long as yours."
Me: "Why, Charles?"
Charles: "Because I'm going to be a chef and I'll have to serve dinner."
This latest career choice is news to me. I guess it could be worse, like when he said he wanted to grow up to be a school bus driver.
5 comments:
Hordie hordie hordie horr! Hey at least he isn't a school bus driver then blames you on hitting them in Dad's beamer ahahhaha
The next Emeril! Or Wolfgang Puck! LOL
well, he is incredibly foodie for a six-year-old.
Charles is precious;and as usual, seems to have thought this all out.
I have loved looking at your Christmas and New Years photos. I love seeing how people spend their holidays. Last night I was just wondering how your family was doing. I remember the first time I met you guys at that dinner in Washington DC for SAIS. Your little boys were so young. I remember how extra cute they were in Philly getting all those suckers instead of Joe's chocolate at Halloween. Now they big and you have a cute little girl. Hope to see you soon.
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