Yesterday morning, Sophie jumped into bed with me and innocently asked, “Mommy, can you quit your job today?”  This is becoming a common refrain with her.

After explaining to my little Sophie that such a thing wasn’t possible “today,” she went into her thinking mode.  The wheels were turning.  I again asked her “Why?”  This time around, she was a little more forthcoming.

“Because I want you to stay home because Papa never plays games with me because he’s working in the attic!”  In essence, she wants me home so that I can become her default play date.  That’s kind of cool.  I can live with that, as long as no arts & crafts are involved.

Let’s be clear.  If I win Mega Millions tonight, this whole quitting my job thing becomes a moot point.  Because I will be extremely busy managing my charitable foundation, and running the children’s bookstore (it would, of course, be a not-for-profit entity devoted to children’s literacy) I’ve always dreamed of owning.