"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 :)
A mostly true journey of a girl, her man, and their three kids; all trying to live harmoniously in cities somewhere in Utah. Names and exact locations may be changed in order to protect the grouchy.
Oh, you make me laugh! Thanks so much for the chuckle...and the advice. ;)
ReplyDeleteHA!! Ya know what? Ya gotta keep a kid who knows you'd never be really happy with a FedEx driver. Oh, and one who looks so good in swimming goggles. Just sayin'...... ;)
ReplyDeleteGet to blogging my FF! <3
Thanks for reading, C! @ F.F., I was thinking I could marry a Fed Ex driver if he'd let me put all my junk in his truck. LOL. :)
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