"Well, why not? Why are we telling him who he has to be?" He frowned. "He doesn't know who he is just yet. What if he wants to be...a..a farmer? Or a...firefighter? Something else, besides this. Anne." he swallowed hard. "We can't choose this for him."
He had flashes of every arguement he'd had with his father going before his eyes, and he struggled to be fair and not paint his son's future with that dirty brush.