0 notes August 4, 2011 My Real Job? There are about 8000 great things about my job. I love it, and I feel super lucky to have it. One of my favorite things about it is lunchtime chit chat with preschoolers. It's one of the few times that we have where we're just sitting and talking (and not pretending to be on vacation, or playing school with dolls, or fighting over the colors of game pieces), and they crack me up. Here's the gem that happened today with R- 5yo boy, and P- 3yo girl. We've had lots of conversations about this topic....they just can't wrap their head around the fact that THEY are my work... P- Who was calling you on the phone? ME- It was Robert. P- It's always Robert... ME- ...or my mom, or your mom... R- or a friend, or your boss at work ME- R, do you know who my boss at work is? R- umm....yes....i'm thinking.....idon'tknow! ME- where do I go every day? who do I play with? R & P- us! To our house! ME- So who's my boss? R- ummm ME- Your mommy and daddy!! R & P- WHAT?! noooo...... R- Yeah, on Fridays when you're not here, THEN you go to your real office and work! ME- Nooo....on Fridays I run errands, and babysit sometimes, and clean...and on the other days I come here and work and your mom and dad are my bosses! R- You're SO SILLLYYYYYYYYYY! P- Well....maybe WE'RE the bosses! ME- No. You are never the bosses. Love it. In other word news...P and I have been singing "Rockabye Baby" a lot this week to her little sister, and sometimes she gets her words mixed up between "Rock" and "Fall" and says "Fock". And I laugh so hard that my face turns blue, and then ask her to sing it again.
