We Are Going To Be Pro Basketball Players
I guess I will be a pharmacist. Why?
My uncle is a pharmacist
What do they do? I am not sure.
Did you know they count pills all day?
Okay. You think it would be fun?
I guess maybe.
Why do you want to be a pharmacist?
My uncle lives in a big house and makes
A bunch of money, and they have a husky.
I will be a surgeon like my
Mom probably.
Or a nurse like my Dad or something.
I thought you fainted last week when you
Saw a film that had blood in it.
What does that have to do with it?
Twelve boys in a class of eighteen
Approach me together.
We are going to be basketball players for the Bulls,
And live in mansions and drive Lamborghinis.
I smile at them.
All of you?
Except Kevin. He is a football player.
We will make him our quarterback or something.
My mom says I can be a pretty rainbow princess
Will that be your career? I ask her.
I think so, she answers.
Will you live in a castle?
She shakes her head ‘no.’
I want to live with Daddy.
Guess what age I have been
Interviewing today? Ready? Here it is.
These are nine-year-old fourth graders.
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