Me: Jay, please eat your asparagus.
Jay: But it’s disgusting.
Jay: I think it’s really unfair that everything that’s good for you has to taste so bad.
Me: It’s just the way it is. Now, eat it. It helps you grow. Don’t you want to grow?
Jay: Well, just so you know, I’m already taller than the World’s Smallest Man, so you don’t have to worry about that.
Me: Then I take it you won’t be joining the circus?
Jay: Nah. I mean, I thought about it, because I hear it’s a pretty good job, but I don’t think I could handle traveling with all those clowns. They freak me out.
Me: I think that’s a wise decision. Now, please stop talking and start eating.
Jay: So, I’m thinking that instead, I’ll probably be an author or an artist or maybe even a rapper. I mean, I can’t sing, but that doesn’t matter with rapping. It’s more like talking and I can do that.
Me: Good idea, but seriously, stop talking and eat. I’m starting to get mad.
Jay: And here’s another thing…I really think I could be a rapper, because you know how I made up that rap about the book we read in class, Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes? And then how I did the rap in front of the whole class?
Jay: Why are you yelling at me?
Me: EAT! YOUR! ASPARAGUS! NOW!
Jay: Well, everybody said it was good. Even my teacher told me that I write really good rhymes. And everybody knows you shouldn’t be a rapper if you bust out crappy rhymes. So, what do ya think? Should I be a rapper?