Today was the day in my home town where you were supposed to take your Grade 9 (Freshman) child to work with you – only if you happen to have one kicking around the house, of course.
This is a provincially run program set up to give the kids a glimpse into different job opportunities and help them see a little of what the 'real' world looks like.
So, Tired Papa took our eldest daughter to work with him today.
She had a good time and seemed to enjoy herself. The only problem she had was everyone kept telling her all day that she looked like uh, me.
Um, people? Although I am not coyote ugly, no fourteen year old wants to be told all day that she looks like her forty-something year old Mom.
And yes, I do find the whole thing funny – in an evil sort of way.