How My Son Will Support Me in My Retirement
Or, yet another intelligent conversation with a 12 year old.
As we are watching the CFL pre-game where Milt Stegall was awarded, oh, everything for breaking the touchdown record.
Liam, "I'm going to play for the NFL."
Me, "You don't play football."
Liam, "But I'm really good at it. I just don't have a team."
Me, "Sooo, how do you suppose that you are going to play professional football when you have never actually played the game? Just curious."
Liam, "Some team that really sucks, like Oakland, will have open try-outs; they'll hire me. Then I'll be traded to the Falcons or the Eagles. That's it. And, look, they've named a street after him. That'll be me. And, I'll buy you a house."
Me, "Hmm."
Who needs RRSP's when there's a plan like that in place.
have I mentioned lately how much I love this boy...
Posted by: Laurie | August 30, 2007 at 05:38 PM