Son number three: Hey mom, why don’t they make mafia suits in my size?
Me: you want to be in the mafia?
SNT: yeah, they got the suits –
Me: Son, you can’t be in the mafia. You have to be two things to be in the mafia: one – you have to be a grown-up and two – you have to be Italian. You are neither of those things.
[Son number three looks crestfallen]
SNT: I just want to…
Me: son, the Mafia are bad guys… you don’t want to be a bad guy!
SNT: [going through the door] oh, that’s right… heh heh, sorry about that…nevermind!