Career choices

The other day in the backseat of the minivan my oldest two boys were discussing their career path. The conversation went something like this:

Bryce to Grant, "After you finish grade number twelve you go to school to be a doctor. I am going to be a doctor."

Grant, patronizingly, "You have to be old to be a doctor. You have to be like twenty."

Overhearing this, and trying to avoid an argument, I asked Grant what he wanted to study in college. "I want to be a basketball player," was his reply.

That's when Carter, wanting to particpate, shouted out, "I'm going to be a T-Rex!"