So, once I graduated from PA school, we moved to Rural Ville. I had a job in the ER of the local hospital, so the kids went to the local school. Surprising, no? My kids were in 8th grade and 9th grade. There were the usual transition rough spots, but they adapted soon enough. One day the school had a career day, and everyone got to describe their career plans. There were the the nurse wannabe-s, and future farmers, and prospective engineers. My one son had physics research in his sights. The other was less particular: "Not nursing!". My youngest came home after the career day, indignation oozing from every pore. He couldn't contain himself. "So, we all have our little spiels. This one wants to be a baker, that one wants to be a nurse. Another wants to be a farmer. One kid said only this: 'Ahmgondrahvtruck!", and sat down. "Not 'I'm going to drive a milk truck", or 'a grain truck', or 'an over-the-road truck'. Nope! Just 'truck.' 'Ahmgondrahvtruck'. Where do they find these people?" I had no answer.