(Scene: inside a car)
Boy 1: I'm going be a fireman when I grow up, and drive a fire truck.
Boy 2: I would just yike to be . . . some kind of arm.
(silence)
Mother: Um . . .
Boy 2: Some kind of arm that goes "ding ding ding ding!"
[aha. one of those railroad crossing arms.]
Boy 1: But if you are an arm, all you'll do is, you'll just stop the cars from hitting the train. You won't get to eat things . . . or stay all night at Grandma's . . . or anything fun like that.
Boy 2: I know, BUT, I would still yike to be some kind of arm.
I like how you've let all parties remain anonymous, but the "yike" gives it away. For the record, I want to be telekinetic when I grow up. I'll let you know how that works out.
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