I love that my son likes to check-in with my progress… he may however required just a little fine tuning in his delivery before he is promoted to a management role.
*Names have not been changed…*
This is from an actual conversation with my child.
Mandela: Did you write a new book today Mum?
Josie: No Mandela, not a whole book today.
Mandela: Did you write half a book today?
Josie: Not quite. Take your socks off my desk please.
Mandela: What did you write today?
Josie: I developed a website for an NGO in the US…then I had an idea about how everyone saves the world at their work… even if they don’t know it. Then I wrote a report about the failure of the Australian political system to come up support long term community development solutions because they base their decisions on four year election cycles, rather than on long game future outcomes. Then I wrote a poem about cheese.
Mandela: And that is a real job?
Josie: Yuh-huh. It was a really good poem about cheese.
Mandela: When will you finish your book?
Josie: Soon Mandela.
Mandela: My friend’s don’t believe that you write things.
Josie: Tell them, I won’t lose sleep over that.
Mandela: My other friend wants to know how to write books.
Josie: You just tell the stories that you need to tell Mani.
Mandela: Can I have a cheese toastie?
Josie: Can you please just put your uniform away before you interrogate me?
Mandela <now yelling from bathroom> : Mum, what did you even do all day? Like when is your book going to be finished?
Josie: I’m sorry Mandela, is this a race of some kind? Is someone else going to finish my book before me? ‘Cos I didn’t know I had a spy in my head….
Mandela: Don’t you ever wish you were an accountant or something normal like a lawyer?
Josie: No. If I wanted to be, I would be.
Mandela: Did you eat all the cheese?
Josie: ….. *awkward silence* …..
Mandela: <starts scrambling eggs…he knows when the cheese battle is lost>
Josie Young 