Five Million Dollars
(written August 4, 2006)
My son has been asking if he can go to work with me. I can't imagine why. But I have no idea what runs through the mind of a five-year-old child. So, off to work we went this morning.
He got a tour of the office and met all three of the other people that bother to go in on Fridays. We had adventures with the copier and the stapler. Then, we got down to serious business. While I checked email and played on myspace, he showed everyone his "cool new dance" and "kung fu guy moves". I caught the occasional phone call. He drew pictures of me in green, yellow, and orange highlighter. I cleaned up a few customer records. He ate cookies.
After lunch, he discovered my spare change pile in my desk, mostly pennies. He stole all of it and said he'd found five million dollars. Then he began giving out pennies to the other people in the office, telling them all he was giving them a million dollars. All said, he must have had about $15 million in that pocket.
At the end of the day, we got ready to leave. He showed one of my co-workers that he still had lots of million dollars in his pocket. She asked if she could have one of them. He said "No. The rest is for my mommy."
It was a good day.
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