A few months ago, Colson said to Trent and I, "When I grow up, I want to go into the military."
We told him that's great, as long as he serves a mission first. Well, not too long after this conversation, we went to Chick-Fil-A for dinner one night. It was on a night that the Chick-Fil-A cow happened to be there. Colson was ecstatic! He ran over to the cow and about knocked the poor thing down with the exuberance of his hug. After mauling the cow for a few seconds, he ran back over to our table and excitedly said, "When I grow up, I want THAT job."
We asked him, "What happened with wanting to go into the military?"
His reply, "Oh. Well, if I can't get in the military, I want THAT job."
It's nice to know he has a back-up plan.
