I'm a graduate student in the middle of a four year PhD program and most days I go into school. Eli has been to my school a few times and he has met a few of my professors. I think I might have blogged earlier about how he wants me to call my professor "Miss Judy" because I make him call his teacher "Miss Audrey" and so on. Well, the other day I found out what he thinks I do at school. Here's a transcript of our exchange which took place as I was pulling out of our driveway on the way to dropping him off at daycare:
Eli: Daddy where we are going?
Me: To school, buddy.
Eli: Daddy you are coming to my school?
Me: No, bud. I'll drop you off, but then I'm going to my school.
Eli: Daddy why you have to go to your school?
Me: Because I want to learn new things
Eli: Daddy why want to learn new things?
Me: Well because I want to learn how to do new things and help people.
Eli: Daddy what kind of things you going to learn?
Me: Oh....daddy studies economics and statistics and...(Eli interrupts)
Eli: Daddy, Daddy! Pobally you can learn how to blow bubbles like this at your school?
Me: Yea, buddy. That's what I do at school.
Eli: Daddy Pobally Mommy can teach you.
Me: Great....thanks for telling me, bud.
Hopefully you had already read the last post as background.
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