"It's a really good thing you didn't marry somebody like a garbage man..." says the youngest.
Sensing a teaching moment on nipping any snobbery in the bud as well as how every person's job is equally important, I take a deep breath.....
"Why do you say that?" I ask, curtly.
"Because he couldn't fit his garbage truck in the garage. Dad drives a little car and it barely fits." he explains.
Now I shift from lecturer to thinker.
I understand that he was speaking spatially, not socially.
I try not to take offense to the fact that my garage is so full of junk, it barely fits our small cars and that a six year old can see what I apparently can't.
Finally, I now must come to the realization that an affair or second marriage with a school bus driver, FEDEX guy or a big-rig trucker is more than likely, out of the question.
Happy Thursday, friends :)