Ruth’s SOLS: What’s your mom do?

Yesterday afternoon, my oldest daughter and I were driving home from school shopping.  Our conversation was one in which I was asking questions regarding important info that she should know — things like telephone number; address; parents’ names — and she was answering.  Then came this snippet:

Me:  What’s my job?

Hannah:  What do you mean?

Me:  Where do I work?  What do I do when you’re in school?

Hannah (thinks for a moment):  Oh yeah, you’re an artist.

Me (heart melting):  Thank you Hannah.  You’re so sweet.  I always wanted to be an artist.  Though what I do for a job is teach.

Hannah:  Maybe.  But what you’re good at is art . . . and being home with us.

Huh.  I really couldn’t think of anything else to say.