Sunday, October 29, 2006
Turns out that my daughter is more useful than I previously thought.
True, she makes valiant attempts at pulling her weight. After all, by the tender age of two, I had sent her out, like her brother before her, to get a damned job and start earning her keep. Ever after, she has been working like a migrant under the hot sun, tilling the soil and picking the cotton.
Saturday, I found out that she may have a more promising career ahead of her:
Apparently, 4 year olds are quite into the idea of reaching into half-frozen pumpkins to yank out their cold, squishy, stringy guts and stuff them into a shopping bag.
I like jack o'lanterns and all, but I hate sticking my hand in there to scrape out the nasty.
So now I'm thinking she can quit tilling the soil and instead go work in a factory that hollows out pumpkins to make canned pie filling or whatever.
This will probably bring in more money for me to spend on periodicals and keep her from complaining about how she needs a spine replacement from all her back-breaking labor.
I try to remind her that a little hard work never killed anyone, but we both know I am lying.
"Mommy, why is my future so slimy?"
It should be noted that my son wouldn't touch the pumpkin-innards, so I guess he's stuck shoveling coal for the forseeable future. Some people just have no upward momentum.
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