the manager and the make up

at the dinner table the other night, jack said "guess what my job is in my class."

we couldn't guess. even with the hint that it began with the letter m. and we were a little surprised when he said his job was manager. "what does that mean?" we asked.

"well, it basically means that i am second in command."

"really?! what does your teacher think that it means?"

"oh, i have absolutely no idea.

for all you office fans out there, my kid is dwight (the assistant to the regional manager). poor guy came home a few days later a little disappointed that his responsibilities as "second in command" include picking up all the games after indoor recess. what can i say? he's a servant leader that jack.

this morning while i was searching for birthday invitations on etsy, lulu disappeared. this is rarely a good thing. i found her up in my bathroom and asked "what are you doing?"

her answer was thus, "i just putting on some make up. it's fine. just go away and go play your 'puter." then she added a few seconds later "sorry i said go away. i just want you to go. sorry. just don't freak out."

i didn't freak out (this time). i laughed. and i was reminded that i love my life and the people i live it with.