TJ is 6!
On his birthday, he and John met me for lunch. It was very sweet. They saw a movie first, then stopped at the store and TJ picked out a stuffed Eeyore that's he's been carrying around ever since.
John pointed out the window to a cement (concrete?) truck, and TJ was fascinated by it, so we went out while John paid the bill.
We crossed the street to watch the cement come down the tunnel and go onto the sidewalk.
One of the guys came over and told TJ "it's pretty cool, right, but you don't want to do this for a living. Look at my knees," pointing to the holes in his jeans. "Stay in school. Be a doctor."
"Or own the company!" I chirp in. "Yeah, or an engineer, be an engineer. Or a doctor. Stay in school. Years from now, you remember a wise man told you to stay in school so you don't have to do this job."
TJ didn't really respond, nodded a little and we headed on our way.
John caught up with us.
TJ's first words to him "Daddy! We met a wise man!"
And he repeated the entire conversation.