Kidisms

I write a lot about my little man, because not only is he the love of my life, but he's so funny.

We frequent a corner deli/butcher around here, often stopping in for last minute dinner menu items, snacks, and the Sunday donut. The guys who work there are very nice and often tease little man about working there.

Last week the working conversation got intense, the employee telling little man that he could start tomorrow, early in the morning, like 6:00 a.m. Little man argued that he was too young to work, yet, I was nodding in agreement that he should work starting now. . imagine the things it would teach him! The work conversation lasted for a while, little man asking questions ever so inquisitively, the employee doing a great job at explaining the job duties of working at the deli/butcher.

A few days passed and one morning we stopped in our favorite spot, I reminding little man: we're in, we're out. I was to busy focusing on my purchase when my little man noticed the small child, age 3, behind the counter. One of the employees brought his little man to work with him as a child-care alternative.

"They weren't joking about making me work." He said as he eye-balled the child behind the counter.

Everyone laughed.