All food and no work...

PICTURE THIS...

I'm in the kitchen doing the dishes and a sad faced Grant slowly gets up on the bar stool and says...

Grant:
"Moma, I'm never gonna be somebody."

Me: *eyes lazer beam attention on Grant*
"WHAT!! What are you saying?"

Grant:
"I'm never gonna be a garbage disposal guy."

Me:*with a bit of relief and confusion*
"Really? Why?"

Grant:
"Because I'll never be one, because I don't want to...because I'll have to do all this work."

Me:
"Isn't it good to work?"

Grant:
"I don't think it's good to work, ....I don't... because I'm hungry moma."

Me:
"So because your hungry you don't want to work?"

Grant:
*Head nods yes*
"I'm really hungry now. I want to eat real food. "

Me:
"Is there something like fake food that I would feed you?"

Grant:
"No, Fake food is made out of paper. Some people make it."

Me:
??????? "um, ok. I'll make you a sandwhich. Then will you work?"

Grant:
"If you feed me a sandwhich I'll be happy...then I'll be tired." "You can pack me a lunch incase I get hungry and drop me off to Dad's work."