It must be “Bring Your Kid To Work” week, because I’m sitting across from the 4th child under the age of 10 this week to be spending an entire day in the office. I certainly cannot think of any better way to spend a day of summer vacation when the weather is beautiful than to hang out with Aunt/Mom/Grandma in the gray on gray cube farm that is the state government office environment. If I were a 9 year old, I would stare longingly out my window, hoping that I’d be so lucky enough to eavesdrop on conversations about health care while occupying one of the most uncomfortable chairs that man ever dared to create, all the while playing Solitaire repeatedly.

The young lady across the way has made her billionth phone call ($$) from the cube of a vacationing co-worker. Listening to, “Hi mommy, how are you?” every twenty minutes is almost as rad as hearing, “Hey Grandma!” twice a day from the grown man who sits behind me.

I am not complaining, though. The cafe downstairs has delicious oatmeal.