Larry took Gus hiking and fishing and rowing on Monday and Tuesday when their fall breaks overlapped, but the remaining days have been designated "Bring Your Kid to Work Day." So Gus went to school with Larry yesterday, and today he was tooling around my office trying his very best to be respectful of others.
“Are you busy?” he would ask my coworkers, before unloading a fleet of fire trucks onto their desks. “Should I come back later?”
I realize that dragging our son to work is not the most elegant solution to the fall vacation conundrum, but thanks to the patience and graciousness of the people Larry and I work with, there were no casualties.
Gus has his own cubicle (with custom name plate), where he can draw pictures and build his own Matchbox city. I overheard him giving tours of the imaginary football stadium, which he would preface by saying "As you can see ..."
He punctuated the day with vending machine visits and trivia quizzes--(Mom, did you know those black dots in the middle of your eyes are called pimples? And why do people say 'for goodness snakes'?)--and then he begged me to let him keep our operations manager's cane so he could "do a play about handicapped people."
Periodically, I'd get e-mails from various coworkers in sundry locations: "Can Gus have a Reese's cup?" "Can I give Gus a small package of Whoppers?" "Is Gus allowed to have more bubble gum?"
NO! NO! NO!
DO NOT FEED THE ANIMAL.
In his crowning moment, whilst he was relocating his fire station to serve the "nearby condominiums", I heard him singing James Otto's "Just Got Started Loving You". He wasn't singing along with the radio, mind you. He was singing a capella. I’d been typing up some instructions for one of my printers when I heard his signature nasally refrain wafting down the hall ...
"AFTER ALL THE LOVE WE'VE MAAADE, IT SURE WOULD BE A SHAAAAME TO LET THIS MOMENT END SO SOON ..."
Wouldn't it, though.