D came home today and proudly announced he was called a nerd, which therefore means he is smart.
(Or "Smartie Pants" is what came to my mind, but I bit my tongue.)
He then pointed out that *I* was also a nerd, and should be working and making lots of money.
We then exchanged the following dialogue, as best as this mama's brain can recall:
Me: "D, Daddy and I worked really hard to pay for things before you were born so that I didn't have to work, but could stay home with you."
D: "But you could go back now and we could get a nanny!"
Me: "But why would I want someone else to take you to school, pick you up and everything else?"
D: "Well, I like having you, but I'd like to be rich."
After I stepped away to