"My three-year-and-four-month-old daughter saw him and said, 'Big brother is so handsome.' I told her, 'That's uncle.' Then I asked her to learn Peking opera too. She said no. I asked what she wanted to learn, and she said she wanted to drive a bus. [sobbing] Forget it, forget it. A pig can't appreciate fine grain."
"It's fine. When ours grows up, they want to apply phone screen protectors."
"That's pretty good. Applying screen protectors is a skilled trade too."
"Ours wants to deliver takeout."
"Delivering takeout has a threshold nowadays too. Lots of them even have graduate degrees."
"Ours wants to be a chef."
"Ours wants to be a cook too. The key is, ours is a girl. Other little girls dream of being pretty little princesses and such, but ours wants to be a cook. The problem is, she can't even cook yet."
"Not bad. Ours says they want to collect trash when they grow up."
"Ours wants to be a cashier."
"Ours says they want to be a manicurist when they grow up, and told me to treat them better now. They said they'll do my nails for free in the future."
"My son wants to be a repairman."
"That's already, very good. Ours wants to be a security guard, saying he can skip decades of detours and get straight to the finish line."
"Ours says they'll deliver takeout for ten years first, then become a security guard after that."
"It's fine, it's fine. My daughter wants to sweep the streets when she grows up. She says it's really cool, and there's even a street sweeper."
"My daughter says she wants to be a beggar when she grows up. I told her to go beg on our street right now, but she said no. This street is