That's my boy

Last night at bedtime, Diver lamented, "I'm jealous of Andy. He gets to start school tomorrow."

Ironic, isn't it? Kids are trudging unhappily back to school. Most would be jealous of someone with another week off.

But Diver like school and loves routine, so the week ahead was yawning like a chasm. All of my brainstorms had been rejected when Diver came up with one of his own. Might he help at the drop-in child care franchise he occasionally attended when he was younger?

Brilliant boy.

This morning, I called the manager, who was amazed that an older kid would even set foot in her door. But she remembered Diver and said, "Bring him over."

That boy had a good day at work. On a scale of 1-10, 10 being amazingly awesome, Diver called his day a "7".

Which is pretty impressive for a day at work.

He was not paid. In fact, I paid the standard $8/hour. But it was money well-spent.

"You're an impressive boy, Diver," I told him.

"I know," he replied.