I have written numerous times over the last two years about how Emily June has a knack for saying just the right thing. When I am questioning a big decision or an outfit or cutting bangs, I often look to her for advice.
So, naturally, last week I asked her what she would think if I were to quit my job and stay home with her. “We can spend the whole summer together, Em. Get our chores done and work on a little homework in the morning, spend the afternoons at the pool. I’ll even be able to help out in your classroom next fall if you want me to. I’ll never miss a field trip.”
So, I was selling it big time. Trying to anyway.
She stopped what she was doing and looked at me. Really looked at me. “Seriously? Are you SURE you want to do that?”
To say it was not the reaction I’d hoped for would be putting it mildly.
I don’t usually eat fortune cookies unless it is with a meal, but on Friday before I went to work I needed guidance. Since I did not get the guidance I had hoped for from my six year old, it seemed wise to seek advice from a mass produced dessert item. I opened the junk drawer and I fished out a fortune cookie.
It was just what I was looking for.
Excitement on the side 