The other day, my mother was casually asking J what he wanted to be when he grew up.
'A race car driver, Grandma', he said.
She, looking a little surprised said, 'No... you should try to be an accountant, or lawyer or doctor.'
Listening to that conversation made me snigger because I was thinking, 'Hey Ma! Being a race car driver is a smart choice
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