"Hey Dad," GoofBoy began tentatively, "do you think if you really tried you could get all your work done during the day when we are at school?"
"Huh," I said.
"Well, you have like seven hours to get your work done. So I don't see why you always have to get back to work after dinner."
"OK, buddy, you most people actually work eight hours a day?"
GoofBoy's eyes got wide, stunned by the demands placed on adults.
"And I sort of have two jobs. I have my job and I have a dissertation to write. So I'm not sure I could get everything done in seven hours, even if I were super-organized. Also, I have to eat lunch and sometimes I have to do stuff around the house or run errands. So I don't really have seven hours to work."
"Buddy, why do you ask? Are you feeling neglected, like I'm not spending time with you?"
"Oh no Dad, I'm fine. It's just I thought if you finished your work you could do fun stuff at night, you know, play computer games or read or something."
"That's sweet buddy, but its ok. I really like most of my work. It's almost fun. But I'll try to be more efficient."