Little Brother and I were in the car today, and he was telling me in great detail about the “safeties” who help out on the school playground and the bus. Apparently they have all kinds of bus privileges like picking the best seat and making sure the little kids get off at the right stops.
His tone was admiring, so I asked him if he was going to be a “safety” when he gets big.
“No! I’m going to be a football player.”