After work today, I stood on my driveway, in the heat, divvying up all the supplies that I'd been given for each of my six schools. I had six big bags and I was counting out envelopes, post it notes, paper clips, etc.
My daughter, just off work herself, drove up and began chatting a mile a minute about her day at work and how they had called her in at the last moment and how she loved working on Mondays and how she liked seeing all of the new DVDs come in... yadda, yadda, yadda.
After a couple of minutes of hearing nothing but ramblings about DVDs and movie stars and posters... I stopped her.
"Can you wait just a minute? I'm counting things out here."
She paused, took one look at what I was doing and said, "Why? That doesn't look very important."
Yes, I raised me a very fine girl. Nothing but compassion for the weak and the underpaid.