Not a soldier

Kaleb was chanting: left, left, left, right, left in the car today when he suddenly stopped. He said, "I'm not going to be a soldier when I grow up." I asked why, then he replied, " 'cause I don't want to listen to that all day." His next question was, "Mom, how do you get to be the leader of the other soldiers?" So, he doesn't want to hear it, but he sure doesn't mind saying it!