Changing jobs

Sitting across from Owen at the breakfast table today, he tells me "Dad, you need to get a real job. You can be a police man, a fire fighter, a mail man, or the President. What do you want to be?"

"Hmmm, I think I'll be the President."

"You don't want to be the President, that's a boring job. You just sit at a desk all day and talk to people. You should be a mail man, now that is a cool job!"