The other night I asked the boys what they wanted to be when they grew up. Here's what they said:
"Remember when I was going to be a fighter pilot? Well, I don't want to do that anymore for three reasons: 1)I don't want to eat carrots for every meal (like his great grandfather did in the War), 2)I decided it would be too much of a risk for my life, and 3) I might get dizzy from all of the buttons and switches, even with the 'heads-up' display. So, now I want to be either an author because I like to write. Or I'll be a scientist and find a cure for Diabetes....or I want to be a historian to find out about history and someday teach it to kids, maybe."
"I'm gonna be a pilot, dog breeder, artist, or a scuba diver."
R joined in: "Oh yeah, I might be a scuba diver too."
There ya go.