Job

Went for job interview in Bologne, Italy. Left kids with hubbie - he had to reshoot an assignment for a magazine. They requested that he find "more fashionable people". So he set off with cameras, and stroller, 4 year old and 6 year old daughters (Miss Pudding and Petite) in tow. Petite, a born fashionista, had just indulged in a shopping spree (I should get an award for standing in line for thirty minutes at a "hip" clothing store, music blaring, waiting to pay for her clothes). Note to self: do NOT shop on the Sunday of the summer sales. Petite was wearing her new half shirt (bare tummy) and flouncy skirt, paired with Italian sandals. Needless to say she was literally strutting down the streets, pushing her sister in the stroller. I put Petite in charge of searching for "fashionable ladies" for Papa to photograph and scampered away to get to my interview. Miss Pudding's comment "But mama. You don't need a JOB. Your JOB is taking care of us!" followed by a huge hug. Honestly, when she wraps those little arms around my neck I melt!