The other day my son came home with a project that he had worked on in preschool. It was a report on me, his dad. He got my first name and favorite color right, but guessed a bit low at my age. I suppose 14 seems pretty old to a five year old boy. The part that I found most amusing, though, is that when asked to complete the sentence "When my dad goes to work heÃ¢â‚¬¦", he answered "Ã¢â‚¬¦eats peanuts on airplanes." He must be so proud.
I remember thinking as a kid that my dad, an accountant, sat at a desk, typed up stuff, and shuffled papers all day. This job sounds a lot more fun.