Last night, my 6 1/2-year-old son told me he wanted to be a mail man when he grows up. I wondered if our dinnertime discussion of the day, and my involvement with the postal industry, had rubbed off on him. “Why do you want to be a mail mail?” I asked. “Because I get to walk around all day and see where everybody lives!” my son replied.
This morning, he told me he wants to be a singer instead.
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