On the short drive to the bus stop this morning:
Topher: I don't think I'm going to get a job when I grow up.
Me: (pondering how to both listen without judgement and inform him that he will likely need a job): Oh? Why?
Topher: I just want to spend my time being with my family.
Me: Well, that's very nice, but I think your siblings will probably go off to college and start lives of their own.
Topher: No, I mean spend time with my own family. I want to get married and have kids and not have a job so I can watch movies with them and play games and have picnics.
Me: That sounds like a really fun idea, but how will you pay for things like food and housing?
Topher: (thinks this over for a moment): I'll just marry someone rich.
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