“Daddy, why do you work?”
“Um, so we can have money.” Thinking, crap, I should have said something more meaningful like “well, son, I work to make the world a better place.” Ah well, better roll with it.
“But money comes from the machine.”
“Yes, but work puts it in the machine.”
My son thinks about this for a very long time, then walks off without saying anything. I’m pretty sure he thinks my job is to actually load money into ATM’s.
Eh. As long as he’s proud of me.