Over breakfast the other morning, I was explaining to the kids why we would be seeing a lot more of daddy around the house. I said there wasn’t any more work for him to do at his old job, so he would be looking for a new job. That seemed perfectly logical to the First Grader:
Him: What kind of a job is daddy going to get?
Me: I don’t know. Maybe something the same as what he had before.
(Earnest thinking from the First Grader)
Him: I know what he should be.
Him: A clown.
Now, why didn’t I think of that?