The boy stood up and got his broom and put it over his shoulder. He looked at his father. What are our long term goals? he asked.
What?
Our long term goals.
Where did you hear that?
I don't know.
No, where did you?
You said it.
When?
A long time ago.
What was the answer?
I don't know.
Well. I don't either. Come on. It's getting dark.
