Conversation with Austin and Brodie in the car yesterday:
A: “Mom are you ever going to finish college” (referring to the fact that every other year I take a semester)
Mom: “Eventually. Right now I am a little busy.”
B: “Do you need to finish college so you can get a job?”
A: “Brodie, she has a job.”
B: “Oh right. Mom your job is hard.”
Mom: “What job is that?”
B: “Taking care of us all the time. Cleaning up after us and cooking for us. I love your cooking. Your rice is good.”
Mom: “Thanks. You just picked the one food item I made last week from a package, but thanks.”
A: “Mom, you know what is hard about your job?”
Mom: “What would that be?”
A: “People with other jobs get to leave their job. You work TWENTY-FOUR HOURS A DAY (said VERY dramatic).”
Mom: “True. I do work more hours. But I love my job more than anything in the world.”
B: “Your job is harder than Jason’s”
Mom: “That will be our secret”
A: “Thanks Mom.”