Hoo-Haas, Po-Pos and Bums

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My son had just started schooling so guess he was around 6. That was back when I lived in the states. My boy's 18 now. Been schooling down here since 3rd grade. Set to graduate next month. Any road, on his 1st day of school back then, teacher asked the class what their parents did for a living. So my son tells the glass that his dad takes pictures. Teacher asks, "What does your dad take pictures of?" Son proudly announces, "Hoo-Haas, Po-Pos and Bums!" Shot a lot of 'Benny Hill' style stuff back then.

So to a 6 year old, his dad wasn't a photographer at all. Just a bloke taking pictures of hoo-haas, po-pos and bums. What 'bout you folks. Kids have any interesting takes on your chosen profession when they were young? What did they think your job entailed? Or perhaps what you thought your parents did for a living when you were young.
 
Love the slang but don't know for sure if I understand it... any road I got... aka anyway/back on topic.. but my understanding of hoo-haas are vaginas, po-pos are police and bums are butts... that would cause a double take...

When my kids got into first grade....wasn't a week before we were called for a parent teacher conference...they said that they normally wait out till the Parent night...but thought we should get together early... "Your children are lovely...but they tell a lot of stories and don't know the difference between imagination and reality"... "oh yeah...um...err...what kind of stories" "That their dad is a clown, whips them with a bullwhip, drags them in the house, eats fire and blows big fire balls...." When eventually she took a breath after a variety of wild stories the kids were telling, I responded, "maybe you don't know the difference between imagination and reality".

I always told my kids if they messed up in school I would come in in a bathrobe and curlers...

My dad, I didn't have any misunderstandings on what he did... he was a pencil pusher.... he pushed pencils all day. One day he brought me in to work...a big office with desks everywhere (before the cubicle)... the phone rang...he asked me to answer it...before I could get to it it stopped and another one rang...he had me running all over the office trying to get the phone that was ringing as he just pushed extensions.
 
My dad made food look and taste better (he was a food technologist.)

Sometimes his work bled into the pharmaceutical industry (who wants to take cough syrup that didn't taste like something reasonably pleasant?)

Mom, on the other hand, sometimes worked as a librarian (I sometimes helped her if I could when I was little.)

Me, on the third hand, am what my late mother used to call a "professional student" because I never really worked somewhere long enough to have what could be called a job (everywhere that I worked is either out of business or has changed completely.) I sometimes do what I call "information matchmaking" where I introduce someone who needs some information that isn't in a book to someone who has the "inside scoop" on the particular subject (within reason, of course.) Since I cannot have kids of my own, there's no anecdotes on that front.

Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
 
I told my 1st grade teacher that my father was a professional drunk. Looking back, I suppose it would have been better to just make something up rather than being painfully honest.
 
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Any Road, as they say where you call home. I remembered a story my mom use to tell us about her father's work. One day when she was about 3 or so, she asked her mother where her father went every morning. Her mother told her that he was off to make some money. Apparently she took that quite literally, because some time later when a playmate showed her a coin they had found, she boasted that her father had made it!
 
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