Scene: Afternoon, Kitchen table, Mom and Son, Son drinking Kool-Aid.
Mom: “Well son. What do want to be when you grow up?”
Son: “I wannabe President of America!”
Mom: “Awe, that’s nice.”
Son taking a sip of his Kool-Aid.
Son: “Mom?”
Mom: “Yes son?”
Son: “What do I have to DO to become President?”
Mom: “Well, first you have to become Prisoner of War and get tortured for 5,5 years.”
Son: “Oh…”
Son taking another sip of Kool-Aid with a pensive look
Son: “And what if I wannabe Gay?”
