When we were leaving the house this morning the rubbish truck was here to collect our garden waste and the following conversation ensued:
Esther: They are nice taking our rubbish stuff away.
Me: Well, it's their job, just like Daddy has a job this is their job. What is my job?
Esther: Drive and clean up...and play with us. My job is to play and to help tidy up and help you but Eliza doesn't have a job because she is too little to sweep the floor.
It made me smile: sometimes it's nice to see your kid's perception of life!
4 comments:
:) That made me smile, too! What a sweetie pie!
That's really cute! What's my job then? Facebook? hehehe!
That is SO cute!!
You can be happy she didn't say... "My job is to play and let you wait on me hand and foot."
A good sign!
:) :) :)
Eliza is too little to sweep the floor!
Hahaha :-D
Bev x
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