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:

unmitigated me said...

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

unmitigated me 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.

Kevin McKeever 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.

Irrational Dad 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!