Me: Is that a mole on your arm? I don't think I've ever noticed it before.
Mark: Yeah. When I was little I thought I'd make a really good truck driver because I had a nice big mole on my arm. I guess I was picturing myself wearing a muscle T.
Me: (doubled over in laughter for a good 30 seconds) You were an interesting kid.
Mark: I think my parents were concerned.
How a mole makes one a good truck driver is beyond me, but I guess that's the mind of a seven year old. What kills me is picturing him as a kid so enamored with his mole that he was devising a way to show it off. Like, "I'll be a truck driver who wears sleeveless shirts. Yeah." I'm still laughing.
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