Where’s The Money Machine?

So Kid Four came into work with me this morning, as she was off to spend the morning with grandma, and it was just easier for grandma to meet me at work than anywhere else.

Anyway, we were all sitting in the break room having a quick little breakfast, when Four looks around, and then, perhaps realizing she had not asked me any questions in the last five seconds or perhaps out of genuine curiosity, asks me, “hey dad, why do you have to come to work?” I thought for a minute about offering her a philosophical answer, such as ‘because it provides fulfillment or it gives me purpose in my life’, then I quickly realized that neither myself nor the five year old knew what that meant. So I went with “to make money”.

It looked for a second like that answer satisfied her question, and I resumed my adult conversation. Then she asks, with all the seriousness a five year old girl can muster, “where’s the money machine?” She was actually looking around the room while she asked, like the machine I use to make money might have been in the very room we were sitting in.

I told her I only wished it was that easy.