Decisions, decisions

Dad: Son, what do you think you might be when you grow up?

Son: (exasperated, as if asked how he might propose the solution for world peace) Oh, my. I just don't know. . .there are so many choices.

Dad: Yeah, I know.

Son: I think, maybe I could be a hospital. . .or a priest. . .or a seminarian. . .or a science test. . .