Tonight we went out to eat and afterward stopped off to get gas at 7-11. While we were filling up, a big tanker truck came in to fill up the station's tanks. I explained to the kids what he was there to do, and we watched for a few minutes while he started his work. He took off the covers from the ground, stuck in a long "dip stick" (I'm sure there's probably a more technically correct term, but that's what I'd liken it to) and seemed to be measuring how much gas they'd need, and then he put the hoses in. As we drove away, Reed said "I wish I could find out more about all the good jobs. Now I know about gas tanker drivers, and I know about some other jobs, but how am I going to decide what I want to do when I grow up? There are so many jobs to learn about!!"
Both kids are fairly obsessed with Slurpees, and they were quite disappointed that we weren't going to get one (we'd just been out to dinner!). But Reed wondered aloud "Why do they call them Slurpees?" and I had no immediate answer (I had probably reached my daily question limit, which hovers somewhere around the 1,397 mark)....but Amy did. She said "Because you SLURP them up!". Ah ha! Smart girl!
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