It's Bring Your Kids to Work Day

Yet another reminder to take my birth control. Luckily these kids seem pretty cool. They're relatively older - not old enough to drive or actually work legally, but still older nonetheless so they'll be spending most of their time sitting in Mom or Dad's cube all day and getting snacks from the vending machine while entertaining themselves with their parent's iPads.

But let me tell you about my experiences with bring your kid to work days (BYKTWD). When I was younger, young enough to participate in BYKTWD my mom worked at the elementary school that I went to. #Fail What's the point of going to school to go to work with your parent when it's the same school you usually go to to learn? So I went to work with Daddy Dearest when he was being all electrical engineer and what not at the VA hospital. So I'd go to work with him and while he checked on a few things I would either:

1. Talk to the admin assistant, Peggy. She would give me candy and let me sit behind the desk with her. Let me tell you, that's all that a little kid needs in order to decide she's going to take over the world when she grows up.
2. Play Solitaire on the pc. Either that or mouse trap. Was that the name of the game? Where you were a mouse and had to get out of the maze on the screen before the cat came and ate you? Whatever it was, I remember it used to give me nightmares.
3. Be used a free labor Help my Dad out with some of the projects he had. Looking back at it, that was our bonding time (outside of softball and me sneaking in to use his tools when he wasn't home- yes this started in elementary school. How else was I going to take over the world if I didn't know how to use a rotary saw by the time I was 7?). He would spout of questions and I'd have to answer them - most of them were about obscure facts that no one knows about but for some reason...he did. And therefore, I did. Or I'd hand him his tools while he was face deep in blue, red, green, and white cables. He'd tell me what he was doing, I'd hand him tools, he'd walk through the process of him fixing something or another, and it would repeat. Or I'd even cut some of the wires and join some of the cables that he needed to do. I even learned how to strip cable wires by the time I was 7. It was great. I'm not sure what little girl wouldn't want to spend 8 hours fiddling through cables, wires, phone lines and all that jazz while getting quizzed on my times tables (which I still to this day have not mastered). No sarcasm.
4. Sleep. I'd take naps in his rolling desk chair (not even the comfortable ones, the basic rolling desk chair). I'd somehow contort myself into this position that made it comfortable enough to sleep and he'd leave me there. Or if I was really bold, I'd fall asleep under his desk. Like a boss.
5. Draw on the gigantic whiteboard. He had a whiteboard that took up an entire wall. So I'd have my square that I could reach (aka the very bottom) and I'd draw or doodle or just write stuff for hours on end. Again. It.Was.Great.

Plus, we'd go to the park for lunch and I got to play on the playground. #winning