A father and college-age son. At a café.
Dad: Take some literature classes when you get to college. Stories will save your life.
Son: How so?
Dad: You’ll learn how to communicate and you’ll avoid counseling when you’re married.
Son: What if I only want to take science classes?
Dad: You’ll have a tough time as a husband and father. Your children don’t come out of the chute speaking geek. And your wife will need to learn this language in order to know who you are, and she’ll be too busy with the kids, do you want to put her through that?
Son: Geez, I had no idea being an engineer would be so hazardous to my future.
Dad: Not if you mix it up with some Shakespeare, some poetry, and some good fiction.
Son: That will delay my getting out of school.
Dad: I’ll pay for the delay. It’s my investment in your marriage and my grand kids.
Son: Thy should’st not worry, father. I resolve to mark your words.
Calvin says, “That explains why I only speak hound. I wish my dad had recommended Peanuts and Winnie the Poo to me.”