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For some long months now, Human Resources have been engaged in a low-grade, background argument regarding the hire of a third (and final, let’s emphasize) employee. Without getting into specifics at this time, we will simply note that the CEO’s vote is “nay” and Human Resources says, “YAY.” So the running joke in our office has become the CEO commenting in key moments of mayhem—think employee meltdowns, excessive noise, accidents, managerial forgetfulness: “And you want a third.”
He finds himself rather hilarious, that CEO.
Today in the gym parking lot, just as we arrived, K.Lo was going on and on and on about being thirsty, repeating the request as she so often does, until acknowledged. It can drive this Manager a little batty, having to scramble for the “Off” button. (Ignoring does not work, oh no.) Especially annoyed in the moment, I responded along the lines of, “K.Lo, I hear you. You do not have to say it over and over and over again. It drives.me.nuts.”
To which she responded: “Oh.” Followed by, “Mommy, and you want a third?”
SIGH.
Too funny!
When they are adorable they are so very very adorable, what's a little angst. and leave us not forget that they will gradually require less attention and energy and will someday go off to school, and then maybe come back home and loan you their cars and buy you stripy socks.