Conversation

This morning Ken and I were discussing the value of the work that each of us do, which is something we discuss often. Although Ken wouldn't have it any other way than to have me home raising the kids, it's not uncommon for him to tease me about how little I do compared to him.

I can't win an argument regarding the monetary value of what I do, so this morning I tried a different tactic.

"Okay, Ken, let's say you go to work everyday and you just do your job with minimum effort and what happens? You still get your paycheck and the cereal still gets made, right?"

"Right."

"So imagine if I woke up every morning and decided to do MY job half-a**ed. The outcome would be a little more serious, right? We'd end up with messed up kids! Kids that... Kids that are like..."

Cue children screaming and fighting running upstairs to tattle. Hmm. Kids. Like. MINE.

Yeah, I kinda lost THAT argument.