Last night Harper asked me if I had to go work tomorrow. I said, "Yeah, bud. I sure do." He sighed and said, "Yeah. Me, too." I said, "Oh? Where do you work?" He said, "The hospital." "What do you do at the hospital? Are you a doctor? A nurse?" "No. I'm the Chief."
Ha!
Some mornings when he's laying in my bed he'll do a biiiig stretch and say "I don't want to go to work today." Gee... I wonder where he gets that? It's not that I don't like my job. I do. I love it. I would just rather be home playing with him.
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