Teen Life Part 1

My daughter got a job. This is amazing, I thought. For once the giant sucking sound isn't coming from my purse, it's coming from someone else's pocket. Her boss is Greek and cooks really good food. Every night after work he sends her home with two large containers of from-scratch soup. I tell her it must be because he thinks she needs fattening up.

One evening my son came home and said, "Where's Josie?" His friend Jacob was behind him. They are wrestlers. I said, "She's at work. Making money. You know." They started laughing, and kept on laughing, their faces were turning red. He said, "Josie has a job. A JOB?!?" I was like, "Ya. Sure. So why's it so funny to you? 'Cause I know why it's funny to me. She's not siphoning out of my purse anymore." Jacob said, "Because Josie - you gotta know how she is - at lunch, she comes over to the senior's table and all the guys are getting out their wallets, they don't even know why. Dan tried to collect two dollars from her the other day and she just laughed at him." I said, "But what happens to the twenty dollars I give her every two weeks for lunch? What does she do with it?" The boys shook their heads. "Who knows? Wow, Josie has a job..."