Now, granted, working with two year olds is not always the most relaxing job, especially when I am trying to force them to talk. Some kids respond very well to me, some don't, some try very hard and have a tough time. I'm on their turf, and they typically rule the roost. They eventually learn that I am in charge and go along for the ride, but some kids never relent and I have to figure out how to work it out. I play with potato heads and bubbles, what's so awful about that?
This person's child is a doll. This child does basically anything I ask, and does so happily, so when this question was asked, I think my jaw may have dropped. I answered with as much energy as I could, "I love my job, what's better than this job?", but her question deflated me, and as I walked away from the home, and got into my car, all I could think about was, does this person hate her life? I felt bad for her, I've had people ask me that question with incredulity, with admiration or just amazement, it's not their cup of tea, but they can appreciate that I like my job. But this person, the venom with which she asked the question, what must her everyday life be like, for her to ask this in such a way.
So yet again, I am reminded of how lucky I am. I have a great job, a nice house, and a nice family. I can definitely stand to do all of it, all day, every day.
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| Come on! Potato head all day? What could possibly be bad about that? |

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DITTO! DITTO! DITTO!
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