Me: So kiddo, if you could be anything when you grow up, what would you pick?
The Boy: A storm chaser.
Me: You mean one of those guys who risk their lives to run around after tornado's?
The Boy: Yep.
Me: That's so cool. What made you want to do that?
The Boy: The Discovery Channel.
Me: What do you like about it?
The Boy: I saw a tornado pick up a cow on tv.
Me: Yes, I know. That was the movie Twister. We watched it together remember?
The Boy: Actually I think it was two cows.
Me: You know that's just a movie right?
The Boy: Do you think that could really happen?
Me: Um... I'm not sure. I think maybe if it was a super humongous tornado.
The Boy: Ya. Like maybe an F-10. Do they have F-10's?
Me: I don't think so.
The Boy: Maybe Global Warming will get bad enough to make super huge tornado's and then I can chase an F10 in my tricked-out trailer?
Me: Global Warming? Aren't you 9? What tricked out trailer?
The Boy: The one I'm going to get to chase tornadoes. And other storm's... but mostly tornado's.
Me: How are you going to trick out your trailer?
The Boy: I'm going to put a couch in it, and a super big tv, and one of those dopper thingies that they use to find out where the tornado's are.
Me: You mean doppler.
The Boy: That's what I said.
Me: Right. What else will be in your tricked-out trailer?
The Boy: A computer. So I can play Plants vs. Zombies. Do you think I can get the Internet in my trailer?
Me: I'm sure you can.
The conversation went on like this all the way home. I was impressed by the amount of thought he'd actually put into his plan. He was a little bummed out when I explained that he would have to take science and math all the way through school, and probably go to University. He asked if he had to take science to drive the trailer, and could he hire a meteorologist. Sigh.
The next weekend we went to the mall in Welland, where they had a hurricane simulator. It looked like this:
The Boy was so excited, he HAD to try it. It was 2 dollars. It started up and we could see his hair blowing around and he had his eyes squished shut. We asked him how it was when he got out:
Me: So how was it?
The Boy: Windy
Me: Still wanna be a storm chaser?
The Boy: Yep.