Caleb – When I grow up I want to be a cook like dad
Except I don’t want to cook vegetables.
And I want to get paid in cake.
Mum (aka. voice of reason) – But how are you going to buy things with cake.
Caleb - Who cares; I will have cake and girls love cake.
Mum realises that I actually know nothing. (These are the delicious cookies made by his hand)