On jobs

At dinner tonight, welcoming Daddy home from another week of travel, H asks, "But why do you have to have THIS job? It requires so much travel." I start in about the economy and how we are lucky that Daddy has such a good job, that the economy isn't in the greatest shape, to which H responds: "YES, that's exactly WHY we NEED OBAMA!" From there, I say that jobs have pluses and minuses, that there really is no perfect job... at which point I am interrupted by H: "Kind of like every rose has a thorn and every cowboy sings a sad song?"