Hard at Work
“Mom, I need you to come into my office for a minute.”She says, as she puts away the toy cell phone she’s been talking into for the past five minutes.
“I need to show you my new office.”
So I go in her room….
“This is my office… Here’s my computer. This is my printer, so I can print out stuff. Over here is where all of my papers go… I know.. it kind of looks like a bedroom, because, well, there’s my bed. It’s a home office.”
The computer and printer were cardboard boxes she’d painted. Never mind that she has a real computer out here, she’s got a whole office in there.
Me: What do you do in your office?
Kiera: Work.
Me: What kind of work?
Kiera: Hard work.
Me: Does it pay well?
Kiera: Not bad.