So I'm hanging in the backyard one day, and Eva asks, "Hey Mommy, do you want to play with me?"
"Sure," I replied. "What are we playing?"

"Well your job is going to be to take care of the cats."
"Fantastic. I can do that." Then I thought, "Well, where are you going?"
Eva started getting all her things together. "I have to go to work. I walk up and down the streets selling stuff.
Woh, woh, woh. Back up.
"What exactly are you selling?" I asked, almost choking.
"You are not going to just roam the streets, that's dangerous. "
"Mommy, I'm selling chapsticks. I'm checking to see who needs one. "
"Okay,...that's better. I gotta go, the kitties are crying."