STM has been taking Rojo to the "truck store" for lo, these many years (like 14). That's what Rojo named Home Depot due to the fork lifts and other assorted trucks that are in and around the place. Typically, they go on a Saturday or Sunday morning, count the trucks, buy a bunch of candy at the checkout stand and come home. Each year Rojo makes it a little more complicated, now he'll pick a random one, nowhere near where we live, and make STM take him there. They've been to Sherwood, Beaverton, Mall 205, you-name-it.
Last weekend when they were there, STM asked Rojo, "Would you like to work at Home Depot when you finish high school?"
"No," he said.
"Think about it, and I'm going to ask you to tell me more about that later," STM said.
The next day STM asked again, "Have you thought more about working at Home Depot when you are done with school? Maybe you could greet people? Maybe you could help put things on the shelves?"
"No, I cannot work at Home Depot because when I'm 25 I'll have my kids, and someone will need to stay with them. If I am working at Home Depot, nobody will be home with my kids."
Hadn't thought of that.
"So, what about your idea of working in a preschool? How would that work? Who would be with your kids when you were at that job?" STM asked.
"They would BE in the preschool!" he said.