My advice to him is always the same – take your time. There is no hurry. Shoot, I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up yet, and I’m 43. Ugh. 44. I held my breath. Did he want to be a mixed martial arts fighter? A game designer? Maybe he would leverage his looks and geekdom and be the next rich YouTube sensation! Perhaps Momma wants to be retired when she grows up! “Sweet boy, you are so smart and good-looking. You can be anything you want to be!” “I want to work at Bar