When I'm in My Fifties

Paul wakes me up at 4:45 am. He wants to start the day.

P: Dad - can I put some of my artwork on my bulletin board?

S: (sleepily) Uh, okay?

P: Dad come quick! Look at my picture. When I'm in my fifties there won't be any dump trucks. Only "Bonagrators." You know, helicopter dump trucks! And here is where the lava makes the cement hard before it comes out! And guess what. You know what that blue us? It's coal falling from the sky. And that's all of it. 

S: Very nice, dear. (goes back to sleep, thinking about helicopter dump trucks)