It’s not what you think – even if I did consider parenting to be the worst job in the world (I don’t), I would never be so stupid as to admit so in a public forum.
But I have been job hunting recently. Muffin knows that, and keeps suggesting I get a new job so I can buy him a big house with a big yard – pressure much? Anyways, the other day, quite out of the blue as we approach Von’s in the car he gives me the following helpful offer:
I’m going to give you a job.
It’s the worst job in the world.
For once I have the sense to keep my mouth shut and not dig deeper. Which naturally I now regret, because I have to admit that I’m more than a little curious as to what the worst job in the world might actually be…
