My
boss, Jerry, brought his son Max in to the
office today, so Jerry's wife can get a rest and so Jerry can spend more time with Max. Just now I walked to the
men's room and Max was standing in front the door out of the office. He had two discarded
CDR's and the controller for his dad's
radio-controlled car, and he was patiently rubbing the
CDR's against the door, one in each hand. I don't know why he was doing that, but he was very serious about it. I stood and watched him, and after a bit he turned around and saw me. Max has been walking for a few weeks now and he can usually stay upright. He walked over to me and held up his hand, so I took his hand and we walked back to his dad's
cube together.
Later, I walked by Jerry's
cube again, and Max was sitting on the floor in there
mauling an
electronic clock. I asked him what he was doing, and he looked up at me and babbled: "Glbldl glaah baa ghwhdlh!"
Friends have told me that they envy my carefree
bachelor existence, but there are times when the appeal of it escapes me.