Take Your Rugrat to Work Day
Today is apparently Take Your Anklebiter to Work Day. I’m not certain what exactly the point is: a chance to suck the very life from the sprog, just like it’s drained from their parents; an opportunity to curtain climbers that adult life isn’t as fun as they think; a head-start on embittering the little spawn?
Don’t get me wrong: I like kids and would someday like to have a set of my own. I also like a good bath, but I don’t bring my tub into work. It’s the soul of selfishness to assume that just because one has copulated successfully, the rest of us want to be tripping over one’s get all day.
There’s a time and a place for everyone and everything: the place for yard apes is not work but, oddly enough, the yard.
