The Boss

We were having a discussion about what Quincy was going to be when he grows up. He said he wanted to be a teacher. I told him he should be a boss or the president of a company so he could be in control and tell people what to do. He really liked that. He said, "Yeah! Then people would come to me and say, 'Hello, Master,' and bow down in front of me." Speechless, I said, (apparently not entirely speechless), "Ummm..." But he paid me no heed. He continued, "Then I would be like the Emperor on Star Wars, and I would be in a dark room and I would have a black chair with buttons on it." Hmmmm... Watch out, world.