Recently my oldest, curious and sweet, asked me, “why you work mama?” as we were getting ready for bed. Every night we play, read, talk about how our days were and then after he climbs in bed he likes to ask questions. That night was no different. Asking why vampires have to cough into their elbows, if the bats will get him, what happens to bad guys and then BAM. Although his question was literal and out of sheer curiosity, as they always are, it …