This morning when I was getting Harriet out of the tub she started to look very sad.
Me: "What's wrong?"
Harriet: "Why does it always have to be you?"
Me: "Who do you want it to be?"
Harriet: "Daddy! Why can't Daddy get me out of the tub?"
Me (in my head): Because Daddy is a computer programmer and I'm a teacher. If he stayed home and I went to work we'd be homeless and starving.
Poor Harriet--stuck with second best.
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