The office manager of the place I work is on vacation this week, but she came in today to show off her two year old son, Casey. The very moment she walked in with him, he burst out into the most outrageous hysterical crying fit I have ever seen. One would think he stepped into a bear trap after learning the truth about Santa or something. She took him outside and the crying stopped; brought him back in and it began again. I hate working personally, but even I have never done that before. When I feel like that, I call in.
Anyway, she finally gave up and decided as all mothers do that he will just cry himself out so she went about what she needed to do and the entire office stared at this adorable little kid screaming and wandering about. Then, as calmly as could be, he stopped crying, looked at me, said "hi" really calmly, turned around and started crying again. Wandered about crying and screaming, found himself at me again, stopped, looked up at me, smiled, grabbed my leg, and that was the end of the tears. He spent the next two hours on my lap hitting the space bar and playing with the "magic" of magnets as I tried to work, but instead watched him. It was only the second time in his life he as ever seen me too.
The girls in the office took this as undeniable proof that I should be a dad, and I agreed so long as, after 18 years, when the kids leaves, so does the wife.
3 comments:
thing is, kanrei - after investing 18 years or more in a relationship of ANY kind, you usually find it becomes more and more rewarding - we're in our twentieth year and still look at one another like the first time we saw each other across a crowded room...only now with squinty eyes - like AM I SEEING WHAT I THINK I'M SEEING?!? it's all good.
Speaking of cutest...it just so happens that your time is up. Yep, your blog will be spoofed on mine on Fri, Aug 28th. I'm so sorry for you...
So you are going to do a blank post?
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