I came home a little late the other night from a day of teaching and entered into the familiar banter with my youngest son. And I love the way he slam dunked me:
"Yeah I'm the one who's kicking back or comfortable in my bed and you're the one who's still getting around here dressed like a wage slave".
That's my boy. He works hard at what he does and I hope he's learning the value that we only do this for our own reasons.
And that sometimes you need to be a wage slave to be able to break out do the things you love.