At breakfast this morning, "college" was the subject of fear and trembling.
The counselor at K.J.'s school had to go for "TWO EXTRA YEARS!!!"
You can just go and go and go to college and never get out. Apparently.
K.J. - I definitely don't want to go to college!
Liv - Yeah, I definitely don't want to go to college, either!
Mom - Why not? I think college is a great idea.
Liv - I don't want to have to stay there!
Mom - College is just school. When you graduate from high school, you can choose to go to college... you don't have to.
Liv - Then I don't want to!
K.J. - Yeah!
Mom - I guess it just depends on what you want to be when you grow up.
K.J. - You don't have to go to college if you're going to be an artist.
Mom - Well, I don't know. I'm an actor, and I went to college.
Liv - You don't have to go to college if you are a rocket builder!
Mom - Actually, you definitely have to go to college if you want to be a rocket builder.
Liv - Oh. (whispers to K.J.) My preschool friend Davis' uncle is a ROCKET BUILDER!
K.J. - I KNOW! You told me that!
Liv - Oh. Mom, they keep rockets in these... rocket things... rocket um... rocket buildings!
Mom - Yep. Cool, huh.
I don't know how college became so scary.
I might need to do some detox here.
I think it might be a little weird, but sometimes while I'm having a conversation with someone I think "This is a very funny conversation. I'm going to memorize it." And I copiously take mental notes while we finish the discussion.
Actually, I do that fairly often.
I think I might have a problem.
In other news, tonight is Mariah's high school graduation. Big day.
Plan on getting a full report (or a sizable report, or a minimal report) later.