Genevieve: Miss Huth, we've got it all figured out.
Me: What's that? And, by the way, it's about time.
Genevieve: What we're all going to do when we have jobs.
Me: Hmmmm. Okay. Let's hear it.
John: So, you know that I'm going to be a lawyer or a comedian.
Me: Um, yes. I mean, what?? Um, okay.
John: Yeah, Miss. It'll be fine. Anyway . . .
Me: Right. Anyway . . .
John: So Thomas is going to teach elementary school.
Me: Uh huh.
John: And he's going to invite me to entertain his class.
Thomas (nodding vigorously): That's right.
Me: Oy.
John: Whatever. So anyway, I'm going to heckle his class, all the little second graders.
Me (slowly): Isn't the audience supposed to do the . . .
John (interrupting): . . . yeah, whatever, Miss. Show a little support, please. So I'll heckle the little kids and traumatize them.
Me: O lord.
John: Yeah, so once the little kids are totally screwed up because of my act, then . . .
Genevieve: . . . then they come to me, the psychologist so I can fix them!
(John, Genevieve and Thomas take turns high-fiving each other.)
Me: I see you've got it all figured out. Wow. What a relief, guys. And I was worried you didn't have a plan.
John: Naw, Miss. We've always got a plan. And if I become a lawyer, I can defend myself and Thomas when the little kids' parents sue us. See? It's perfect!
