Scene: Living room. Mom and Dad and 2 boys , 4 and a half and 21 months are playing with trains. Mom and Dad were just talking about mom's prayers for her sons. The Younger Boy is named for a pretty famous priest. She has just (half-jokingly) said that with a name like that, he doesn't have much of a choice but to go into the seminary.
Elder boy: I think (Younger Boy) is automagically going to be a priest when he grows up.
Me: Yeah, you think so?
M: What do you want to be when you grow up? Do you think you'd like to be a priest like Fr. Joseph or Monsignor or Fr. Luke?
M: Well, What would you like to do?
EB: I'd like to drive a truck!
I'll keep praying for them, but I think I'm going to let the conversation go for a while...