She works hard for her money. SOOOO hard for it, honey.
Sunday, February 3rd, 2008“Mamma, when I grow up, do you know what I want to be?”
“Tell me.”
“I’m going to be a shopper and a cooker.”
“Oh. What’s a shopper?”
“A shopper is a person who goes shopping for stuff and people give you money so you’re not poor.”
“Oh.”
“But then I’ll have to get a job, huh.”
“A job, huh? Like what?”
“I’m going to be a person who takes carts back and a cook.”
“You’re going to be a cooker and a cook? What’s the difference?”
“A cook cooks everything. Like dessert.”
“Mmmmm, okay.”
“And I’m going to have four jobs, I’m going to be a teacher and a lifeguard who blows their whistle at people who jump off the diving board when they’re wearing goggles. ”
“And what are you going to do with all your money?”
“I’m going to buy stuff like presents for people who, and, uh, other stuff.”












