Over a nice, hot, homemade lunch....
Olivia: "Mommy, I'm glad you're not a waitress."
Me: "Why?"
Olivia: "Because then you wouldn't be here to feed me lunch and dinner."
Me: "Okay..."
Olivia: "Well, you would be feeding other people, not me. That wouldn't be good." (insert Olivia's eyebrow raise here.)
Apparently, I'm a kick-butt waitress who ads major value by keeping Ms. Olivia fed. Rock on me ;)
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