Kevin, Owen, and I went to lunch today at one of the local coneys. (and it was 99 cent coney dog day - BONUS!)
Anyway, Owen wanted to buy a 25 cent gumball, but neither Kevin nor I had any quarters.
Kevin explained to Owen that after we paid the bill, we might get a quarter back, but that he didn't have a quarter for him right then.
Then Owen asked Kevin if the reason he didn't have a quarter was because he didn't have a job.
Yes, Owen...Dad doesn't have a quarter because he doesn't have a job.
Owen, in his infinite five-year-old wisdom came up with some suggestions for Kev's job search (ulterior motive - quarters for gumballs).
"Dad, I know what you could be for your job! You could be an on-tv person. Or a dinosaur museum guy. No, an ASTERnaut! Or a pizza maker. Oooorrrr, you could be a MOM."
Stellar suggestions, Owen.
I would love to live in Owen's world where you could have whatever job you wanted to have, simply by stating your desired profession over a couple of chili dogs.