At dinner this evening, we were talking about the ages of the kids at Suzi's preschool, and Isaac told Suzi that MaMa kept him when he was the age of the kids in the playgroup class at her school (two-year olds).
"No," I told him, "MaMa kept you until you were about 18 months old, when I got laid off, then I got to keep you myself."
He then asked me to explain what laid-off meant, which I did, then he asked, "Did you want your job?"
"Yes," I said. "I did. But they did away with my position."
He thought about it for a second, then quietly said, "I'm glad you didn't get to go back."
Me too, little buddy. Me too.
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