The Mom: “How was your lunch today?”
The Boy: “Good! I told my teacher I’m going to enjoy the pizza while I can since I’m going to be a hobo when I grow up!”
Hobos don’t eat pizza? Did not know that. Because I don’t know any hobos. No one I know has ever been a hobo. So, why this fascination with hobos?
Perhaps he’ll be the first in our family to earn the title of Hobo. Quite an honor. I’ll be so proud.