Apparently, Bud's been giving some thought to his future.
Last night, as we were sitting together before bedtime, Bud got quiet and seemed lost in thought, then finally spoke.
"When I grow up," he mused, "I want to be just like Rolf Saxon."
I thought I'd misheard. "Who, Bud?"
I quickly thumbed through my mental Rolodex of PBS characters and country music stars. Nothing.
"Who is Rolf Saxon?"
"He's the narrator on Teletubbies. He tells the things the Teletubbies do."
Ahhh. Of course. THAT Rolf Saxon.
"You know, Bud," I said, "I bet you WOULD be really good at that. That would be a great job for you."
And I really wasn't kidding. Bud zeroed in on a profession that capitalizes on his passion (Teletubbies), his talents (an ear for dialect, an uncanny memory, the ability to mimic virtually anything), and his natural inclinations (the soul of a performer, who sometimes needs to be out of the spotlight).
I've advised college students who don't know themselves that well.