"NO! It's mine. Nana, Grandpa's teasing me again." And that's how most mornings go.
But for some reason he was sweet and lovey-dovey, "How's my little girl?" And she was thrilled with him.
On the way to school she asked, "Is Grandpa going to be there when we get home after school, or will he be at work?"
I said, "He doesn't go to work anymore. He's retired."
She said, "I was REtired yesterday, whew, I was so REEEEtired! My dad's not retired, but he must have got fired for not doing a good job, because he doesn't work there anymore, now he works on pumps. I wish he could find our pool pump."
"Your daddy didn't get fired. The Ford plant went out of business."
"Oh yeah, that's right, my daddy got HIRED, not fired, but mom says he doesn't do a very good job, so I think he might have got fired."
"Hey, Nicole, look at that dog over there!"
Now multiply that conversation by 14 on Tuesdays and Thursdays and by 12 on M-W-F. I am a preschool teacher, and I still love my job. But I find myself feeling Reeealtired some days.