Slave Labor

My son is obsessed with all things "Why."

Of course I knew this day would come, and frankly, I love it.

"Mama has to go to work today"

"Why?"

"So I can make some money"

"Why?"

"So I can buy groceries and clothes for us"

And the 'why's' continue until bedtime, but I don't mind because I know his mind is a sponge, and the memory of an elephant.

Today he woke up, grabbed a quarter from his piggy bank and brought it to me while I was making breakfast.

"Mama, can I have some cereal?"

Wow, he did make the connection.

I am so impressed that I run to call his Granny and tell her that she has a brilliant grandson.

Her reaction convinced me that either I am already starting to give my son money issues, or I am running a sweat shop in my own home.

Nice.