The adults at the table were discussing a check I'm expecting in the mail. (You may now believe me to be an heiress if it makes you feel better. It makes me feel better. As a matter of fact, I'm going to have to insist that you all believe me to be an heiress. Ok. Better. Let's proceed.)
Spence (ever the eavesdropper) started asking me questions about it. I answered him and concluded, laughing, "That's Mommy's job!"
He said, "No it's not! That's not a job!"
Elizabeth piped in from across the table, "Mommy?"
"I love you."
You should take a lesson from your sister, Son. Always kiss up to the one expecting money.