The scene: Luna Grill on Connecticut Ave. A friend and I are having lunch. A little boy, his mom, and his mom's friend are seated next to us. The little guy is coloring.
Mom's friend: Wow, what a beautiful picture! When you grow up, do you want to be an artist?
Boy: No. (keeps coloring)
Mom's friend: Well, then what do you want to be when you grow up?
Boy: (still coloring) A whoabot.
Mom's friend: Whoabot?
Mom: (with resignation) Robot. He wants to be a robot. When he grows up.
Mom's friend: Ooooooh.
Boy: Yeah ... whoabot.