22 July 2009

A conversation with D-: Precious moments

Because he just can't stop providing material, here's another (more groundbreaking than usual) recent conversation with my 5-year-old son D-:

D-: Why don't you get a Real job?

Me: As opposed to what?

D-: You know... (scrambling now) ...instead of just typing things for people and stuff. A Real Job like being a fireman or building things, or working in a factory or something. A job where you use your muscles to work hard and then you get stronger than you are now... you know? A Real Job like that.

Me: (blank look)

D-: ...Like how when I grow up, I'm going to work throwing dynamite at rocks (referring to an earlier conversation during our drive home from Maine). Something like that.



You may enjoy my previous D- conversations, (2YO daughter) M- conversations, and (wife) J- conversations.

11 comments:

Middle Aged Woman said...

Manly men know their way around the keyboard. And the dynamite pile.

Middle Aged Woman said...

Maybe this is one of those Reasons Your Son My Be a Homosexual. Already, he's overcompensating.

Mama Dawg said...

Yeah, get off your lazy bum and get a real job throwing dynamite at rocks. Not only would you get ripped, but you'll be a hero in your sons eyes.......for about 3 seconds.

Then you'll have to become Superman. And we all know that there's only one Superman. That Dean Cain is an incredible actor.

Always Home and Uncool said...

TNT -- the choice of real men.

Krystal said...

ahhhh...u get the "get a real job" while I get the "why do you need a job" priceless these kids aren't they

cIII said...

Throwing dynamite at Rocks?!?!

You can get Payed for that?!

I reckon I have some back-pay coming then.

feefifoto said...

My nine year old daughter has decided she wants to be a demolitions expert when she grows up (because it sounds way more funner than just being a fireworks technician). Maybe they can be partners.

Mary said...

A real job. Hmm. Who wants that? Better your children think you do nothing. How are those bon-bons?

Mrs. B. Roth said...

Did you tell him about your ACT scores? And how brilliant you are, scrabble wise (or used to be)? You just need to make up a few Dickensesque stories, taking place at day care rather, than orphanages. Children have no idea ... and neither do cats.

Zip n Tizzy said...

From now on you can just dubb him Macho Man.

Joe said...

First off, I WISH I was making money by writing. I asked wife today how hard she thought it would be to write a book. She responded by telling me about a book I should read about a blogger who struggles with depression. Wha?

Secondly, I would love to throw a stick of dynamite, just once!