A_R_SO_N_I_ST

I started a boys therapy group that's focusing on anger and aggression. Today was the first meeting.

Me: So what are the rules for our new group?
K3: Only boys allowed!
Me: What about me? I'm a girl.
K3: No. YOU are a woman. And you can come.
K2: As long as you bring candy
K3: And Flaming Hot Cheetos.
Me: Any other rules?
K3: No boys are allowed that are more damaged in the head than K2
K2: What?!? That's not a rule. (to me) Don't write that down!
Me: Sorry. It's already written.

Me: So when you grow up, what's your life gonna be like?
K1: I'm gonna be an arsonist. How do you spell that?
Me: A-R-S-O-N-I-S-T
K2: I'm gonna live in a mansion, the playboy mansion. That place is huge!
Me: So you wanna live there because it's huge? It doesn't have anything to do with half-naked women?
K2: Half-naked....wha??? No! Eww gross. Why did you even say that?
K3: I'm gonna have a wife. Like she's gonna be super-model hot, and pretty, and smart.
Me: Anything else?
K3: She also needs to be useful.
Me: Useful?
K3: Yah, like she'll take out the garbage and stuff.
K2: When I don't live in the mansion I'm gonna live in a cool log cabin in the woods.
K1: Hey K2, can I live with you in the cabin?
K2: Didn't you say you wanna be an arsonist when you grow up? No.