In the morning, a ten-grade son with a mysterious appearance invited me to the school for a contest with his participation. At the appointed time, when I took a seat in the auditorium, he approached me and began to morally prepare:



“You understand, Dad, at the end of the performance, everyone will turn out to the end of the stage and say who they want to be, don’t be surprised, but I decided to say that I want to be like you – fun interesting, smart, and the profession I will choose later.

Okay, I promise not to be surprised.



The speech began. The numbers exchanged until the time of the culmination finally came. Girls and boys came on stage and told them what they dreamed of. Someone wanted to become a scientist, someone wanted to work in a factory, someone wanted to open a business. In general, an interesting idea, but since there were many children, the people in the hall were a little dull, and then frankly bored. Finally the son came out and said with a loud, well-established voice:

I want to be a father!



When he realized that he was a little confused with the words, and began to think about how to twist out, the Mhatt pause hanged. At this point, the hall exploded from a whistle, deciding that it was a joke planned in the script to dilute the monotonous performances. The room applauded, someone shouted:

The young man! A real man!



The fun lasted a few minutes.

The son understood – everything he would say next would be superfluous, worshipped and finished the speech.

I sat down and thought, “A normal dream, and the process is fascinating.”