This could have been overheard in our kitchen this morning:
The B Man: I don’t want Daddy to go to work.
Me: Well, if Daddy doesn’t go to work then we can’t live in this house or have food to eat every day or wear nice clothes.
The B Man: Will we have to live in a box under a bridge?
Me (somewhat thrown for a loop): Possibly.
The B Man: Oh, I know – we could live in a treasure chest!
Problem Solved! Daddy, you can come home from work now… ; )