My "job" in Elizabeth's eyes

The other night I was giving Elizabeth a bath and she wanted me to refill the water bottle Nana gave her. So, I refilled it…again and again and again. Back and forth to the bathroom sink. And what did she do? She kept dumping it right back out into the bath water. I quickly grew tired of the little game and finally said I wasn’t going to refill her bottle anymore. What did she say back? “Mama, it is your JOB to refill my water bottle.”

I turned around and looked at her, put my hand on my hip and lectured her about my "job." The conversation went something like this: “It is not my JOB to refill your water bottle. I actually have a real job. I am a PROFESSOR at Baylor University. I have my PhD, and I teach college.”

She interrupted my little speech, replying, “You are NOT a professor.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not!”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not! You don’t LOOK like a professor and you don’t TALK like a professor.” Her response made me giggle: “You’re right. And aren’t you glad that I don’t look and talk like a professor?!!”