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Today was “Take A Kid to Work Day” at M;s office and it was fun. Before I explain the particulars of how the twins did (they were great ), I must comment that people should ease up.

Let me explain—if I am generalizing or leaving out some important details, please let me know. But a long time ago in a galaxy far away, this day started as “Take Your Daughter to Work Day.” The tradition was changed because those with only sons complained, changing the day to “Take Your Child to Work Day.” OK, I can kind of live with that, though I personally think it’s not such a bad ideas to have this day just for daughters. But then people who didn’t have their own kids complained, so now it is “Take A Child to Work Day.” I can understand that, but are we not missing the point? Isn’t this day for the children? Let’s ease up.

Anyhow, aside from parking a few blocks too far, the day was fun. The kids didn’t potty unexpectedly nor drool on someone’s fancy dry clean only St. John’s suit. They weren’t even annoyed when older kids, patted them on their heads and ate really fun foods in front of them. Both kids smiled when prompted though MJ was bored a slept later on. At least he woke up when we used the Bloomberg machine.

Undoubtedly, CA was the star of the day. First, she ate pizza (from Naples near GCT). OK, so she didn’t really eat it--she gnawed on it. OK, it wasn’t an entire slice--just a piece of the crust. (Let’s not talk about how I “allegedly” raised my voice at M just last night for giving the kids several kinds of foods in defiance to the doctor’s orders). And then (please pronounce those words as they do in “Dude? Where’s my Car”), having been properly nourished, CA “talked” to everyone in the Board Room. All I can say is I was so proud and excited. My “Peanut” is growing up. She “talks” and loves pizza!

M's company does a great job on this day and provides everyone with pizza, soda, juice, candy, and snacks. The kids get shirts, balloons, grab bags, ID tags complete with snazzy holders, and can get their faces painted—as an aside, eight-year olds these days are into having their faces painted like Jaguars, not cats . MJ and CA didn’t get any of these things—they’re too young, but I ate plenty of pizza, downed several cans of diet Dr. Pepper, and inhaled lots of chocolate.

The drive home was difficult, but what else would I expect when you leave midtown Manhattan exactly at 5pm. Doi! But at least, Mirry got me “Blue Pig” ice cream on the way home to break up the drive home. It was a great ending to a fun day. Hmmm…come to think of it, let’s rename this day “Take a 'Child' to Work Day!” :)