I went house shopping for my sister today, and it turned out that I had the opportunity of enjoying the company of my 6 year old son. I was quite pleased. On the way to meet the realtor, we had some very deep thought provoking conversations.
Him: Is it hard to drive?
Me: Well, it's not really hard, but you have to pay very close attention and always watch in front of you or you could run off the road.
Him: I don't think I'll be a very good driver.
Me: Why not?
Him: Because I just keep looking out this window instead of where we're going.
Him: How old do you have to be to drive?
Me: You have to be 16 to drive.
him: How old are you?
Him: I'm going to start driving when I'm 31 then.
Me: You will probably start driving when you're 16.
Him: Are you a grown up when you're 16?
Him: How old are you when you're a grown up?
Him: Then I'll start driving when I'm 18.
Me: You will probably want to start driving when you're 16 so that you can go over to your buddies' houses and play basketball......
Him: and football and soccer (he is smiling)....
Me: yeah. And I'll just tell you to be home in time for dinner.
Him: What does that mean?
Me: That you make sure you get home when it's time to eat dinner. (LOL)
Him: I'll get a fast car.
Me: What kind of job are you going to get to pay for your fast car?
Him: What do you think I could be?
ME: Anything you want to be
Him: What kinds of things are there to be?
ME: Well, you could be a airplane pilot in the Air Force....
Him: Yeah. I'll be that. I'll be in the Air Force and when I get home from work, I'll change my clothes, and then I'll go and see my little boy and I'll just rough him up. I'll just go in his room and if it's clean and everything, I'll just pick him up and throw him around like this ------> (shows how). But I'll just leave out the spanking stuff, I'll just throw that out right now. Like this------->>>> (shows how by picking up something imaginary and throwing it towards the window)