Get a Job, Kid!

Remember when your parents would be like "I'm not an ATM machine!"

As a dad, I now understand what that really means.

My oldest son is about to be 3 years old, and I can't wait for him to get a job.

His birthday is coming up, and he keeps asking me for everything. Which is fine, he's pretty nice about it so I can't get too upset.

But why is it my job to get my son presents for his birthday party on his birthday? I gave him life, what else does he need?

He doesn't need any toys and he doesn't need any more clothes. But sometimes he needs an attitude check.

Yet, with all of the attitude he loves to give me most of the time, there's always those little moments that just make you so grateful to have them in your life.

I was taking a nap on the couch and he woke me up to tell me he had to go to the bathroom. So we run to the bathroom so he can go poop.

While he's sitting there looking at me, he asks "Daddy, where's your glasses?" I didn't have them on because I was asleep, but instead I told him that he broke them. He says "I broke them? Oh, I'm sorry."

Obviously he didn't break them, but he continued. "Daddy, I'm going to get a job so I can get money and buy you new glasses."

I was like "I'm sorry, what?" Then he reiterated that he was going to get a job. I don't know who this little guy thinks he is, but man he's got my heart.

So long story short, I helped him create a resume and send it to a bunch of places. So let's hope he gets a call for an interview soon so he can buy his own presents.