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[The scene: almost bedtime. Bigger kids are finding pajamas, brushing teeth, that kind of thing. Dane and I are sitting on the couch in the living room, chatting about this and that.]
Says I to the three-year-old, who is already pajama-ed and needs to settle down, “Audrey, do you want to sit on my lap and listen to Daddy tell me about his day?”
“Yes,” says she, clambering up. “Also, I don’t know what Daddy does at his office when he goes there all day. So next he should tell me that.”
This is a good question, especially when you’re three. What do adults do at that mysterious place called Work? Still, all I could think was, at least she didn’t ask what I do all day.
I’m thinking she either recognizes what you do already (remember I am assuming that little three year old girls get this much better than boys who, from my observation, never ever come to understand it – even in their 30s) OR she knows better than to ask.
Either way, job well done, Mom.
Dad? Get back to “work.”
My 4 yo asks me every night at bedtime to tell me about my day (the days that she’s in school all day) and no matter what I did she ALWAYS says, “That does NOT sound like a very fun day mommy. You need to have more fun.” And she’s right. I do have to have more fun!
Daddy has a TV in his office at work… now THAT’S her kind of job (and mine too).
My daughter has started talking to me about her blog and how many of her friends are visiting her blog…guess she’s picked up on what I do all day.