7 year old musings...

Christina and I were reading her American Girl book last night (which we both absolutely are loving). At the end of the chapter, the girl (Kit) was crying. I closed the book for the night and Christina said:

"Third graders don't cry!" (Kit is a 3rd grader.)

"Yes they do!" I replied. "Look at me, I still cry (too often I must add) and I am WAY past third grade."

"Yeah!", she agreed, nodding her head knowingly. "You are past 3rd grade, you are past college, you are even past your job!! (Yes, I am well into retirement according to my kid.) What was your job anyway?"

Well, how do you explain "product manager" to a 7 year old? So I just said:

"I worked for a company that made electrical equipment and I helped them sell it."

"Oh," she said.

I was expecting another question on how I sold the stuff, when I got this question:

"Did you get shocked a lot?"

At that point, laughing hysterically, I decided it was bedtime and kissed my crazy kid goodnight.

And then I thought - I so need to write this down. THESE are the days I will FONDLY remember!!!!!

Have a good one!