My Son Finds And Plays With Kitty Cats For A Living
2 years, 6 months.
I recently took you by my office on a Saturday morning while Mommy was buying groceries.
After all, it seems a little weird that though your daycare is just on the other side of the red light, you’ve never really gotten to see what it’s like inside that brown brick building where Daddy works.
Once you saw my chair and computer, you knew just what to do… except for that darn “Ctrl+Alt+Del” screen.
It wasn’t long before you realized you wouldn’t have the opportunity to watch any monster trucks on YouTube, so you got bored and wanted to watch me fill a Styrofoam cup with water in the break room.
Then, you were ready to go. So we left. (Granted, it was nice having my co-workers comment on you being a handsome little boy.)
And that’s my story about what it was like taking my 2 and a half year-old to work.
While that random Saturday morning may have seemed uneventful at the time, it wasn’t. It served as a model for you to follow in your playtime.
This week you scooted your new Thomas the Train trike down the hall into the living room and declared, “I go to work!”
You parked your “monster truck” (Thomas the Train trike) near the closet, then stood up, trying to figure out what pretending to work is supposed to look like.
“Jack, what do you do at work?” I asked.
Your response, with a clever smile:
“I play with kitty cats!” You ran over to your favorite plush cat doll and lifted it above your head like Link finding one of the fragments of the Triforce, then announced, “I found one!”
So from what I understand, your job is not only to play with kitties, but more importantly, finding them like Easter Eggs.
I don’t think you quite understand yet what Mommy and I do all day at work. For all I know, I figure you assume it’s like a daycare for adults.
Well, actually… maybe in some ways it is.
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