What Are You Going To Be
What are you going to do when you grow up?
I’m not.
Not what?
Growing up.
Admirable or perceptive? This gives me pause for a second.
Let’s pretend you are.
He shakes his head ‘no’.
Please?
He likes me, so this might work.
No thank you, barely a whisper now. He does not want to disappoint me, but….
We sit in silence for five or six minutes, building a village together out of lego-like things.
I am going to be famous, he announces.
For what? I query.
FAMOUS he announces loudly, smiling at me, so I will better understand.
What’s that mean? I ask him.
I will have lots of money and buy a mansion and stuff.
Which talent will you use? I ask him.
I WILL BE FAMOUS, he repeats, a little more slowly, to help me.
Scariest part of this conversation?
He cannot read any sight words except the word 'I.'
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