Just like any father did, he had hopes and dreams for his kid. It was a little hypocritical considering he didn't want Parker to handle a gun, but he'd hoped he'd follow in the Booth male line footsteps and join the military. It was just the way things had gone in their family for generations. His brother, his father, and his before him, all of them were in some branch of military and had done it with decorations and highest honors. Booth had several himself, plus at least one purple heart. Though if questioned he didn't deserve it. His charge had died in the line of fire, but that was how most purple heart awardees felt. Heroic acts usually involved loss of life. Booth was no different. As much as he didn't want Parker going through what he had, he wanted him to experience everything he could..being a parent was at times wrapped up in hypocrisy but at least he handled his with some dignity and didn't lie to his kid, or make things too harsh.
He hadn't even fully explained what was going on and why they were still in Kansas. He didn't think Parker needed to know yet, there was a certain timing involved. He had to be cautious. Parker was a smart kid. Even still he couldn't bring himself to tell him that the things in his nightmares were real, it was cruel.
"Mcdonalds?" He questioned lightly despite the constant push and pull of contradicting thoughts in his mind.