Paperwork

For those of you who know Princess M, you know that she is a mass consumer of paper. She has been known to go into convulsions when she needs to write something and can't find a notepad or pen. She goes through reams and reams of paper. We buy it by the case at Office Depot. Plain copier paper, ruled spiral bound notebooks, notepads, she's not a discriminator of paper. She's been known to use a napkin in a jam. She loves to write!

Today in the car, we were having a discussion. Because Princess M also loves to talk! She tells me, "I don't think Michelle has a job."

"Michelle who?"

"Andrew's mom!" (a bit too sassy, if you ask me)

"Oh. Yes, she does. I think she's an executive assistant for an accountant."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that she does a lot of paperwork."

(brief silence)

"Paperwork?! You can get paid for that?!!!"

LOL! "Not your kind of paperwork, Sweetie. Grown-up paperwork."

"Oh! 'Cause I was gonna say . . . . Dream Job."

Only my little princess . . . .