And considering how imperative my boss made it sound, it must be terribly important. Here's how the hiring went down.
Little guy: "Come hang out with me while I work." He was in the back yard working on building our new chicken coop.
Me: "You're sawing. I don't want to be in a cloud of saw dust."
Little guy: "OK, then. Hang out with me while I'm putting in screws."
Me: "OK."
Little guy: "And there's a job I need you to do. I really, really need you to do this. You're my mosquito swatter."
Me: "How about if I just spray you with poison?" (Yup, mom of the year, I am.)
Little guy: "They don't care about poison. You have to be my mosquito swatter!"
So how about that? I'm a Mosquito Swatter. I think I need a badge.
...and a monogrammed swatter.
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