Work

I had an interesting conversation with Gavin this week about work.

Me (to Gavin as he opened his bedroom door and walked out): "Gavin, where are you going?"

Gavin (turned, pausing for a moment): "To work!"

Me: "What will you do there?"

Gavin: "Play. Get money."

Me: "What time will you be home?

Gavin: "Seven. Bye."

Evidently we have this conversation a lot in our house if he's picked up all of this information. Funny, I don't remember the part about the money, though.