“Don’t you see how hard I’m working?”
“I feel like my work goes unappreciated.”
“It seems like no matter what I do, it’s never enough. There’s always one more thing.”
“What dis?” my son asked, pointing to the ultrasound picture of our baby, due next month.
“Baby brother!” I said, pointing to the picture and pointing to my tummy. Then I dug around in a special wooden box we keep in my son’s room and found his ultrasound picture from two years ago to show him too.
“What dis?” he asked again.
“This is Ben!” I said, pointing from the picture to him, giving him a little tickle for good measure.