I need a raise.

Bridger found this old shirt of mine in the mountain of laundry on our bedroom floor.  He came downstairs with it and quite accusingly asked my why I had never told him that I used to work at a place like this.  We had the following conversation:

"Mom!  Why didn't you tell me you used to have a job like this!  Why don't you still work here?"

           "I used to work there, making snowcones, when I was a teenager, but you are my job now."

"Well, I think you should go back to work there.  Daddy can stay home with us."

           {oh, sure.  I'm thinking this would be the 'perfect' life for him--unlimited lego playing time with dad        and unlimited free snow cones.  Who does this kid think he is?}

           "Well, I would miss you too much.  I would rather be with you and Kennedy than making snow           cones."

"Then why don't you just take us with you?"

            {this deal just keeps getting better and better for him.....}


I proceeded to tell him about all of my jobs:  Sonic Drive-In, Old Navy, a Japanese restaraunt manager, Cafeteria Lady at Riverton High School, Substitute Teacher, Musical Theater after school program, Summer Camp Leader, Homeless Resource Assistant.....he was VERY amused.  I think I redeemed myself to him.  He especially loved that I worked at Sonic--it's one of his favorites.  And he laughed out loud when I said I was a cafeteria lady--a position that makes me laugh out loud too :)

But in the end, he's still stuck with me.  I wouldn't have any other way.