What's your special job?

Another long day in this long week, and shocker, everything was the end of the world for Strip.  I was exhausted myself as Nugget woke up at 2 am screaming that there was a rocket in his room (the cd player hubs put in his room when he stole the Bose one is a horrible one with an alarm; you can set it to wake up to "soothing ocean sounds."  However, to a 2 year-old at 2 am, soothing ocean sounds are closer to a rocket ship lifting off.  And to top it all off, when he woke up screaming hysterically an hour later, I think I broke a toe.  LONG. NIGHT.), so a screaming hysterical Strip was not high on my list of wants and needs.

After 3 chapters of Fantastic Mr. Fox and two prayers, I was trying to get her smiling before she fell asleep, so I started asking about school.

Me:  So are there special jobs at school?

Strip:  Yeah (sniff sniff)

Me:  Is there a line leader?

Strip:  Yessss

Me:  Is there a snack helper?

Strip:  Yeeessss

Me:  Is there a weather person?

Strip: yeeeesssss

Me: (trying to get her to laugh) Is there a nose picker?!

Strip:  No, but there is a kid who always puts his hands down his pants!

I thought I was going to fall off the bed laughing.  I hope they don't rotate that position!  I said that was kinda gross, and she (thankfully) agreed. She asked what I would do if I were her and some kid stuck his hand down his pants, and I told her, I'd probably tell him that wasn't a nice thing to do in school and he needs to go wash his hands.  She said, "That's JUST what my teacher said!!!!"  Glad I had the right answer!