What do you do for a job?
My 5-yr-old son Felix, in conversation with a friend of mine:
He was sitting on a high stool in the kitchen, bum and feet on the stool, knees somewhere around his ears, one elbow on the worktop, looking like a cheeky little gnome.
Felix (in v. grown-up mode): What do you do for a job?
Friend: I do research.
Felix: ???
Friend: I find things out for people who need to know stuff.
Felix: My cousin Joseph's mum goes around and finds homeless people and gets flats for them.
[sympathetic look]
I think that's more interesting than your job.
Friend (slightly defensively): Well, it earns my living, and we can't all do the same jobs.
Felix: It is more interesting, though, because she gets to go all round the town.
Friend (giving up): Yes, it is more interesting.
Felix (satisfied): Do you know I know the answer to what is one hundred plus one hundred plus one hundred?
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He was sitting on a high stool in the kitchen, bum and feet on the stool, knees somewhere around his ears, one elbow on the worktop, looking like a cheeky little gnome.
Felix (in v. grown-up mode): What do you do for a job?
Friend: I do research.
Felix: ???
Friend: I find things out for people who need to know stuff.
Felix: My cousin Joseph's mum goes around and finds homeless people and gets flats for them.
[sympathetic look]
I think that's more interesting than your job.
Friend (slightly defensively): Well, it earns my living, and we can't all do the same jobs.
Felix: It is more interesting, though, because she gets to go all round the town.
Friend (giving up): Yes, it is more interesting.
Felix (satisfied): Do you know I know the answer to what is one hundred plus one hundred plus one hundred?
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