Friday afternoon, Brian was out of town and I was relaxing with a little embroidering before starting dinner while the kids played. Genna asked if she could watch me sew and then we had a funny little conversation on the couch.
Genna: Mom, when I grow up I am going to be your helper.
Me: You already are my helper, Honey. You help me all the time.
Genna: No, I mean real help, like with cooking and cleaning and sewing and taking care of the baby. I changed my mind. I don’t want to be St Scolastica anymore.
Me: So you mean you want your vocation to be my helper, kind of like a maid?
Genna: (enthusiastically) YES! I want to be your maid so you don’t have to work so hard.
Me: That’s so sweet and sounds like a great deal! You’re hired!
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