Job Security

During a dinner time discussion last night Sugar Bear said, "Mama Bear had to go to college so she could get a good job."  (Seems the little cub was listening to a recent conversation in the Swagger Wagon with Brother Bear!)

On a whim, I asked her what Mama Bear does.  Her response:

• folding clothes with me (her favoritest chore!)
• teaching kids spanish (uh..hmmm...Mama Bear no hable espanol!)
• baking dinner
• baking breastiss (breakfast)
• eating (cub knows her Mama Bear)
• teaching
• helping (when asked who and how Mama Bear helps) she said, "Helping me!  With lots of things!)

I decided to then ask her what Papa Bear does at work.  Her response:

• Help the people.  (How?) By doing stuff.
• Goes on rocket for a little bit (really?  cool!)
• Clean the windows
• Managing.  That means if some people are hurt, he checks to see if they are fine.

I love my job.  I really do.

One-woman band

Although I have no musical experience whatsoever, I recently had an experience where I found myself a one-woman band of clanging and banging cymbals.  To read more about my experience and what I learned, click here.

Happy Weekend!