The Boy: Momma, do you know what?
Momma: No, what?
The Boy: When I grow up, I want to be a golfer, a spy and a cheerleader.
Momma: A cheerleader?
The Boy: Yeah, those boy ones on tv always get to pick up the girls. That would be cool.
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Good call. Smart boy.
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