Posted by peskypippi | Posted in Childrearing, Children, Humor, Parenting, Uncategorized, Work | Posted on 02-03-2012
Tags: children, humor, kids, Mothers, parenting, work
It turned out that I needed to bring my six-year-old son to work because there were no other babysitting options. I work in a smallish office in a fancy schmancy loft space in the hip part of town.
Where people don’t bring their children.
Realizing this, I told my son to please pack a backpack full of toys that he could quietly play with.
So, I’m in a meeting and he’s in the corner unzipping his backpack. What did he pack?
A kazoo.
A Zsu Zsu Pet.
And maracas.
Hahahahahaha. I am seriously laughing out loud at my desk right now. Which is almost bad as bringing maracas to a meeting. But not as bad as a Zsu Zsu pet.
My daughter has a church purse that is SUPPOSED to contain things like a notebook and crayons, small toys like Polly Pockets and Littlest Pet Shop…QUIET THINGS.
Week after week we sit down at church and I have to take her purse and confiscate things like the FurReal pet with real meowing action, the random noisemakers from party goody bags, and a tiny tin jewelry box filled with pennies. Seriously.
Ha ha! The quiet church purse. Love it!
Thanks for stopping by!
Pippi