Mind Your Own Business: Don't Take Your Daughters to Work Day

A few nights ago, Chris finished telling another episode in the months-long adventure saga that comprises "bedtime stories." His tall tales are simply an amalgamation of all the "boy books" that he read growing up, but that our girls have rejected reading on the grounds that they are totally uninteresting and too "dhishoom - bhishoom" (Bollywood for "Zap-Pow! Kabam!"). Of course, that makes them perfect plagiarism candidates in Chris' mind and he happily takes all of the enthusiastic credit and eager anticipation from the none-the-wiser M&K. It's truly riveting stuff... that is, when he can stay awake long enough so that his snoring doesn't drown out the refrains of "C'mon, Dad, wake up -  tell us what happens next?!"

But this time, when he ended with the usual cliff hanger, a drowsy Katrianna asked if she could share a story she'd been thinking of. It went something like this:

Once upon a time, my pet lion named Sandy - who lives in the attic - began practicing customer-driven innovation.

So he started his own consulting company to tell everybody else how to do it. 

But then, he began to challenge his assumptions.

And now he won't listen to anything I say...

All he does is sit around & eat Valentine's Day conversation hearts and drink orange soda. Most lions in Africa weigh 250 to 420 pounds, but Sandy weighs 700 pounds due to good care -- and conversation hearts.

Sandy won't go into the center of the room because he wants to keep his cutting edge perspectives.

He's also getting into cloud computing, so he just bought his own server. . .

And, with that, she fell asleep.

Some children nod off counting proverbial sheep jumping over the clouds. Others are lulled to slumber imagining that they are princesses with their heads in the clouds. But our kid floats out into cyber space Neverland dreaming of cloud storage. . .

I think we are discovering the consequences of homeschooling while Dad is home working. So this April 23 I would like to propose the "Banish Your Daughters From Work Day." Or, better yet, the "Banish Your Husband From The Family Room and Make Him Take His Work Calls In His Office Month."





Or maybe we just need to compromise and set up one of those soundproof phone booths in the kitchen pantry. That way, after a "quick" three hour conference call, Chris can emerge - just like the caped Super Hero protagonist in one of his 'original' stories - to save our day. And Sandy the lion can give the consulting business a rest and finally get a good night's sleep.