Mom, you need to get a job.
But I do have a job.
What is your job?
(This is where I explain what I do, and that it is work. I have assignments, must meet deadlines, and I get paid to do it. I work from my home office, at the coffee shop or the public library.)
But that is not real work like what daddy does.
Why is it not real?
Well, because you’re just on your computer, like always. You should be building something or in a store or something.
Some people work on computers all day. Mommy used to work in a building on a computer all day.
It just doesn’t seem like you do anything.
What about all the stuff mommy does at home? Shop, cook, clean, laundry, shovel snow, gardening, pay bills, take care of you? Is that not work?
That’s just stuff parents do.
So, you don’t want mommy home in the morning to help get you to school? or after school, to help with homework and projects, or take you to the library?
I could go to latchkey. (She says with a light in her eyes.) I just think you should get a job.
There it is. My seven-year-old, channeling Marissa Mayer