We had dinner with my parents for Mother’s Day, as I’m sure many others did as well. During dinner, the conversation somehow moved toward future careers. Little Miss declared that she was going to be an animal doctor, just like Auntie M.
Mister Man decided he had a different career path.
Mister Man: I think I want to be a teacher (just like Daddy – too bad the pension won’t be there anymore!).
Me: Oh, that’s a good job.
Grandpa: Don’t you want my job?
Mister Man: No, I don’t think I’d want my kids watching that.
The faces around the table were all puzzled except for mine. I was dying of laughter because I figured out where his little brain was going.
Me: You mean you don’t want them watching as much television as Grandpa does?
Mister Man: No, it really isn’t healthy to watch so much tv. And I want my kids to be healthy.
Grandpa: So you think my job is to watch tv?
Mister Man: Yeah. Well, that and to control the weather.
Grandpa: I control the weather?
Mister Man: Isn’t that why you have the Weather Channel on all the time, too?
Touche, Mister Man. Touche. And no, Grandpa didn’t really have a good answer for that.