"I know what I want to be when I grow up, mom!" he said.
"Really? That's great!" said the mother. "What is it?"
"I want to be a mountain man." said the boy. The mother gulped.
"Why do you want to be a mountain man?" she asked.
"Because you get to have 4 guns, a lot of knives and you look all awesome!" he exclaimed.
"Have you seen one recently or something?" the mother asked.
"Yes! One came to our school today! He shot one of his guns, he made fire not even using a match, he showed us his knives, and he looked awesome!" the boy rapidly recalled.
"Wow! That sounds so cool!" said the mother. "But wouldn't you have to live in the mountain? By yourself?"
"Yes! That would be OK with me!" he said.
"But wouldn't you miss your mother?" she asked.
"No. I would see you when I came to elementary schools to do an assembly!" he said.
Thank you 4th grade. Thank you for introducing my son to the world of the mountain man. It's all he talks about.
Funny how fast things can change. Last week he wanted to be a pilot. And a couple of weeks ago he told me he was not going on a mission unless I was dead. He didn't want to leave me. Huh.