[ WP ] A world where kids dream of being accountants , cashiers , bank managers etc . In the adulthood their dreams are crushed when they have to become astronauts , cowboys , ninjas etc .

''Honey, we need to talk...'' 
 That exact arrangements of words normally sends shivers down my spine. Normally my mind would become a beehive of active thoughts buzzing as to what made I may have done to inspire Dorlene to incite a conversation that would most certainly result in me resorting to me drowning my stress in some hot chocolate co-coa pops, or relaxing with some warm pop tarts. But not today; tonight I needed to make sure my parenting boots were double laced for the difficult conversation ahead. Dorlene sighed. 
 
''I think it's time that you spoke to Jayson about his aspirations and what careerer he would want to pursue, realistically.'' she paused and stared at his room door ( or'cubicle' as he called it ) and took a deep breath.''As cute as it was for him to say he wanted to work regular nine-to-five hours like'NormalMan' on TV, I think you should talk to him about what it's like to do... well, *Adult* things, like be an astronaut, or heck- he could see if he wants to learn about what I do and get into the mud pie industry.'' A half-hearted smile formed on her face as she looked at me and the door expectantly. 
 
''Fine.'' I begrudgingly whispered.''I'll talk to him. See you in a bit.'' Dorlene smile matured into a full one. She gave me a thank you kiss and skipped to our'adventure cave', or'bedroom' as Jayson liked to call his. I advanced to his door with a sunken heart, but a face determined to stay positive. 
 
''Hey there, champ!'' I called out. Jayson looked up from the papers he had been heavily invested in. Spreadsheets. He really loved his saturday morning day jobs did n't he? 
 
''Hey Da- I mean boss!'' He eagerly replied I'll get those homework reports done and filed by tomorrow!'' the same joyful smile on his face began to level out along with mine.''Is everything okay? I could ask Mr Fuzzl-I mean the *intern* to fetch you a cup-o-joe!'' I crouched down to his level, took a deep breath and began to speak my peice in hopes that he would understand. 
 
''Son, your mother and I were talking, and we both believe that it's time we teach you a bit more about what we do. You remember what your mom told you a while back right? She makes mudpies at-'' I was quickly cut short by him. 
 
''-At the playground in south city, I know, dad.'' he spoke so well rehearsed as though he were reciting his favourite facts about excel hyper-links, or his favourite keys on the keyboard were'F' and'J' because the little dents in them let you know where your fingers are so you do n't have to look.''And I know that your a professional pirate, because that's what puts food on the table nowadays. And gold on the table. And sugar. And rum.'' Jayson always knew how to make his papa happy. 
 
''So,'' I began raising my fingers for air quotes.''then, Mr'entrepreneur'. What do you really want to try be when your my age?'' My eyes involuntarily narrowed while he screwed his face in deep thought. 
 
''You know what? I think one day I'm gon na be a fry cook. OH! Maybe an astronaut like uncle Bill. Or a superhero, or I'll go open a zoo, or fly rockets, OR...!'' I managed to set him on a roller-coaster of thought on the future. My son, Jayson, will one day be a pirate like me: )
