Reminds me of the story of four men, who went “up” to London in the same train compartment every day for years.
Eventually one chap put down his newspaper and announced “I’m a brigadier - my son is a surgeon.”
The second chap responded, “I am a brigadier - my son is an architect.”
The third said, “I am a brigadier and my son runs a hedge fund.”
After a pause, the fourth fellow says,
”I’m a dustman. I have three sons and they are all brigadiers...”