One day when Boudreaux got home from work, he saw Clotilde sitting in her living room chair with a dreadful, worried look on her face.

"Mae, wus wrong?" he asked her.

"Boudreaux, I'm worried sick 'bout T-Boy. I just duh-know wot dat boy gonna be when he grow up," she answered.

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"Well, Beb, I can fine out tuh-day," Bourdeaux said.

So, before T-Boy got home from school Boudreaux put three things on the coffee table so he would be sure to see them when he walked in: a pair of handcuffs, a $50 bill and a Bible.

"Wussat for?" Clotilde asked.

"Well," Boudreaux said, "If he takes the handcuffs, he gonna be a tief. If he takes the money, he's gonna be a lawyer. An if he takes the Bible, he gonna be a preacher."

Just about then, T-Boy was coming up the walk, so Boudreaux and Clotilde hid in the next room so that they could see which their son chose.

As soon as T-Boy came in the house, he looked at the items on the coffee table and didn't say anything. He looked around and didn't see anybody around. He first picked up the handcuffs and looked them over.

"Oh, I don't want my baby to be no tief," Clotilde whispered.

Then T-Boy put the handcuffs down and picked up the $50 bill. He looked at it carefully.

"Oh, no, I don't want my baby to be no lawyer," she said quietly.

Then, T-Boy put the money down and picked up the Bible.

"Dat'll be nice, looks like we gonna have a preacher in the family," she said beaming with pride.

But then T-Boy put the Bible down, stepped back and studied the three items for a minute. He looked around one more time, just to make sure no one was around, then he grabbed the handcuffs, the money and the Bible and took off out the door.

"He took all tree!" Clotilde said. "Wot does dat mean?!"

"Mae dat's easy," Boudreaux said. "He's gonna be a Louisiana politician.