I have a “helper” at work today. Dad is on the road and #2 wanted to come to work with me. I’ve printed him a bunch of Sponge Bob, Spiderman, and Scooby Doo pictures. That should keep him occupied about 3 minutes. He’s looking forward to lunchtime at the Mothership because he can see the funny bathrooms again.
#2 loves to come to work with me. I can’t imagine why because thus far this morning, I’ve told him to sit down and hush more times than I can count. He’s already christened my office by breaking wind….he’s been to the bathroom already, co worker Bonnie has lent him her little basketball goal so at this moment, he’s throwing a ball, making noise, reminding me it’s going to be a long day. Then again, I can remember as a kid, the times when my dad had an away office, when he worked at United Artists and Capitol Records. I would LOVE to go down to his cool office with the secretary and then…in his office…he had his very own little refrigerator stocked full of cokes and stuff. There was something magical about Dad’s office. I guess it’s like that for #2. I’ve been working here since before he was born and here in a bit, we’ll go around “viztin” so people can see how he’s grown, etc. Mom and Dad’s work can make a kid feel special to get a little attention and just to get to step into their world a little bit.