Bit of an experiment. Had the idea from Tommy's sketch. Unsure. Might be rancid, might be sad. Might not be funny. But don't let that put you off...
INT. HOME – DAY
MUM & TIM (about 6)
TIM (Bouncing around excitedly)
Mummy Mummy! When I grow up I want to be just like Daddy!
MUM
Aww, that's sweet dear, but I don't think Daddy wants you to do what he does. How about becoming a Lawyer? Or an Doctor? Your Uncle Derek is a Doctor, don't you want to be like him?
TIM
But I want to be in the Paras too!
Not a retard Doctor like uncle Derek.
MUM
But you can't do what Daddy does.
TIM
Why noooot!? Dad goes around in a tank, and people in the street are afraid to look him in the eye in case he nukes them and he goes away and fights for his country and he's got loads of medals for fighting for his country!
MUM
(Kindly) No, Tim. You can't do what Daddy does. He's a Paralympian. It's not a tank. It's a wheelchair. People don't want to look at him because they feel bad for him. He races for his country. But he's really cool – he's won loads of medals. You just can't do what he does. You need a disability.
TIM
Whaaaat!? He's not a Paratrooper? But I want to blow stuff up when I'm older. Even loser Uncle Derek kills people.
MUM
Yes, dear. He's got a borderline personality disorder.