When the military recruiter calls-

The phone rang last night and my son answered thinking it was a friend.
No name just a cell number.
He picks up the phone and the person on the other end asks for him.
He says its me who is this?
He said this is Mr. X from the Marines what are you planning on doing with your future?
My son, being that he is my son, replies. that he is going to school to be an interpretive dancer, and he and his life partner just signed a lease on an apartment in the city with his parents blessing. The recruiter asked him how he was planning on paying for his education,
My son, not missing a beat, replied, pimping my ho's. Well he did not but he said I have a scholarship.
The recruiter then went on to ask him if he was really going to be a dancer because the file they had on him (yeah that is what I said, file what file)
described him as 6'6" and about 300lbs. He said that would be wrong I am 350lbs. He said that he was gong to school for acting and his major would be veterinarian but if the Marines needed a vet to call him in about 10 years.

This is why I love my sons, they keep me on my toes with the insane sense of sarcasm.