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The Social Worker

"Mom, look!" My four year old son proudly displayed a cornucopia of small chairs and toys. "It's a desk for my office!"  I was then invited into his "office" and persuaded to sit down.  He picked up a pencil and paper, sat on his chair and said, "Now, tell me your problems. I'm a shocial worker."

And so I spilled my guts. When I didn't tell him anything worthwhile, he coached me by telling me what to say. "Say you're not smart in the head and sometimes when you laugh you pee your pants."  Wow. This kid really knows his client.

After dinner I turned to my new therapist and asked him to tell me his problems.

"Shocial workers don't have problems," he retorted.

"I beg to differ," I replied, looking pointedly at his dad.
And this is how I was relieved of my duties and the real social worker finally received his needed help.

I am so proud.

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  1. Kristina P.March 16, 2010 at 8:45 PM

    I am a real social worker, and he is definitely well on his way to being an awesome one.

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  2. M-CatMarch 16, 2010 at 8:51 PM

    How cute! Love the innocence of kids.

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  3. shortmamaMarch 16, 2010 at 9:29 PM

    He is too funny!

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  4. Cecily RMarch 16, 2010 at 9:37 PM

    Holy crap, I LOVE your shocial worker!!!

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  5. WendyMarch 17, 2010 at 8:38 AM

    What a hoot! He'll make a great shocial worker!

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  6. Mom24March 17, 2010 at 9:43 AM

    That's so cute, but I am curious about how he came about his assessment of his client's problems. :) Too funny.

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  7. ChristaMarch 17, 2010 at 10:05 AM

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  8. .:Anna:.March 18, 2010 at 6:12 PM

    Haha-sometimes you pee your pants...

    So did you need the counseling after the "HOw to Drive Your Mom Crazy?" episodes?

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  9. Lisa Page RosenbergMarch 23, 2010 at 3:38 PM

    Everyone needs a specialist (or two) in the family.

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