Ultimate Job

Posted by girlie on September 14, 2008

I really couldn’t remember how we ended up in this conversation.  My son was talking about the jobs he wants to have when he’s out of college.  On top of his list is being a chef, a surgeon,  a photographer, then a computer programmer, a teacher, a stylist (ala Zohan, goodness, I wanted to smack my forehead).  I told him that they only make good money in the movies.  I know they do make good money but hey I don’t like him to be that.  And he wants to be a domestic helper in America because he says they make good money, even better than those holding decent jobs (smacks forehead again).  I don’t know if he’s being serious or he just wants to humor me.  And listen to this…”oh Mom, I want to have the ultimate job…a blogger.  Seriously Mom, do you really make money?  Like what, $5 once in a blue moon?”  At this point I couldn’t stop laughing.  I wanted to stop the car and park at the side of the road.  Really this lil big boy of mine can be hilarious at times…oh make that all the time.  This is actually the reason why I love driving them around.  Conversations like this normally happens in the car.