Tired Like You

I was resting my eyes after cooking and eating Drew's favorite dish – soy sauce chicken with attendant vegetable and rice – for Father's Day, when G accosted me with, "Why are you resting? I don't want you to rest."

Mama: Cooking is hard work. I need to rest.
G: Daddy was resting [this afternoon], but he didn't cook.
Mama: Well, Dada goes to work everyday and that's hard work too.
G: When I grow up, I don't want to go to work everyday. I want to stay home and cook and rest – like you.