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Take Your Child to Work Day

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For my 7yo, hearing she couldn’t go to Take Your Child to Work Day at daddy’s office until she turned eight was, well, horrifically painful, soul-torturing, complete and total devastation. Everyone was doing it. She turned to me for options. “Can I stay home with you and write?” “Well, I hardly write on Thursdays, because your sister is home.” “Can I stay home with you and write?” “No, you can’t stay home to watch me not work.” “Can I stay home with you and write?” “Do you have potatoes in your ears?” “I don’t like potatoes.” “Right. Well, I was going to write tonight. If you get your homework done, I’ll take you to work with me.” “Like in the office?” “Yes. Like. In the office.”   Then I realized if I was going to make it legitimate, I needed to be able to explain what I do. The truth is, well, squishy. I spend a lot of time writing in my head while staring at the swan across the street. Sometimes writing means just banging my head on th