Private School

My husband and I have been talking a lot lately about private schools.  Already.  I know--crazy, right?  We live in a great area, but the public schools suck.  It's California, there's zip for cash, so why not cut funding from education?  Doesn't make any sense...but that's a whole different topic.  So, private school it is!
We (or I, really) have been sweating this for awhile now.  I've been trying to screen the phone calls from my husband's mom about this since I was about 4 months pregnant, too.  No joke.  I knew private school was expensive, but $17K for Preschool?!  Holy s@*#!  I should teach fingerpainting and potty training!  Wait...
So, we were having this conversation (yet again) one morning last week and I was tearing up, as usual, talking about "how we're going to afford it" and blah, blah, blah.  I said to my husband, "I'll just work when our kid(s) are in school so we can pay for their school!"  He looked at me and asked in a very sarcastic tone, "You're going to pay for it?"  Then, in true Fonz style, he pointed to himself and said, "This dickhead's payin' for it."  I mean, what am I supposed to say to that?  I love him.