So my hubby asks me about food in the fridge and about me taking it to work and we have a short convo about it. Garvey, of course, chimes in;

Garvey: “Mommy, I want to go to work!”

Me: “Yeah?”

Garvey: “Yeah… I wanna go to work”

Me: “Ok. What kind of work do you do?”

Garvey: “Playing”

Me: “Your job is playing?”

Garvey: “Yes!!”

Me: “What do you play?”

Garvey: (thinking for a moment) “Uhhhh… Piano!!!”

Ooookkkkk Mozart!

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