Mom says we have to get a job.
What’s a job?
I don’t know. I’m wondering if it’s something that flies around. I know I can get a job if it flies.
Maybe it’s something that’s furry and runs around. I think both of us could get a job if that’s the case.
Somehow I think we’re on the wrong track. Mom says she goes to “work” every day. I wonder if work is another human word for job. If that’s true, then I don’t think I want a job.
Well, you have to get up early every morning.
We already know you can do that. You always wake Mom up before that thing with the numbers on it starts making noises in the morning.
Fine, so I can handle that part. However, then you have to go outside somewhere and go in that thing she calls a car and go away from home.
I don’t like going in the car. It’s scary. Besides, I don’t think we know how to make it run.
Well, even if we did make it run, where would we take it?
I have no idea. I guess we would have to take it where the job is and I still don’t know for sure what that is.
Why did Mom put this idea in our heads?????
Maybe she did it so we would have something to write about in our blog.
That’s really sneaky!!!