2012 Slice-of-Life Story Challenge | 8

Tonight, I got home late from a professional development session I co-facilitated.  Dinner was in the oven, and to this tired soul, the 'gourmet' Red Baron pizza (with extra cheese!) baking inside made me want run to the table like I was sliding into home base.

My husband cut and served the gooey goodness and we sat down to chat as a family.  Of course, the normal conversations ensued:

"So, what did you do at work today?" I asked my beam-designer husband. 
(I still inquire...even though his technical jargon sounds more to me like the person Peppermint Patty conversed with on the phone in Peanuts cartoons.)

"Normal.  Got a 90% deadline tomorrow..."
(Blah, blah, blah---LOVE how cheesy this slice is.)

Still arrested by my dairy affair, a little voice rescued me from coveting the last slice lying mere steps away in our midget kitchen.

"Mommy, what did you do at wawk today?"
(In Reid-speak, that's 'work.')

I stared into his brownie eyes.  In fact, it might've taken me a minute to process his informational request.
OK, he asked me what I did today at work.  Really?  That's never happened before.
OK, so I have to answer him.  
What do I say?  What do I say?
How do I put what I do in a day in two-year-old terms...?

"Well, I talked with some teachers,
then, I tested some kids,
then, I taught some kindergarteners a little more about writing,
then, I worked on letters with some other kids,
then, I went to a meeting."
(Obviously, the abridged version of March 8...)

'Did you eat pizza at your wawk meeting?" my lovely little one inquired.

AMAZING.

Even a toddler knows the best meetings are those which offer soul-pleasing snacks.  My benchmark for planning future gatherings has been reinforced (yet again).

Write on,
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