Existential nightmares at 3
RJ: Mummy, can I tell you something?
Mum: Sure, RJ. What is it?
RJ: (worried) When I grow up, promise that I can go and live at Grammy’s house, with Grammy.
Mum: No, RJ. When you grow up, you’ll probably have to live in your own house.
RJ: But I can’t build a house! I don’t know how!
Mum: You don’t have to build it yourself, you pay someone else to build it for you.
RJ: But I don’t have a wallet with any money in it!
Mum: You’ll have to get a job, so you can earn some money.
RJ: But I can’t do anything!!!
Mum: That’s why you go to school, to learn that stuff.
RJ: But they don’t teach us about jobs there!!!
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