I brought Daniel and Molloy to the office this Sunday. The intent was for them to occupy themselves while I tried to get some work done.
During the drive, we realized that spring had sprung and we decided to write a poem about it. I provided the first line and gave them the opportunity to rhyme it. It went something like this:
Dad: Spring is coming very fast,
Daniel: It makes the trees look like great big masts.
Dad: The garden fills with many plants,
Molloy: And little, little, little, ants.
Dad: I like to go for long, long walks,
Daniel: And go for rides with Goldilocks. (Although, when we came home and recited our creation to Mom, he changed this line to: And then come home with Goldilocks.)
...let's just say we started off well enough, but once we brought in Goldilocks, further verses fell apart. But I was impressed with Daniel's use of imagery and Molloy's sense of rhythm.
Once at the office, the first step was to use the toilets so I wouldn't be inevitably interrupted once I sat down. And for the first time, Molloy bellied up to a hanging urinal and asked, "Can I use this one?"
We went out to the office area and they played in the aisles between the cubicles (their "fort"), then they set out to explore. With no one around, they were free to roam without me having to watch over them. They left out a long trail of blocks around the hallways so they could find their way back from their travels. (I'm not sure how far the trail went because I lost sight of it once it turned the corner.)
Then they went through the "hot chocolate routine" and I let Daniel manage that kitchen event. Apparently, he burned his tongue and he came by to let me know he was looking for cream..."kid cream," Molloy clarified. I asked him if he looked in the refrigerator to which he raised his index finger to the air and exclaimed, "The refrigerator!" as if to say, "But of course!"
Here is something else I learned today: never get up off your chair when the kids are nearby, because then it is time to play Spin-on-Daddy's-Chair and you can never get them off.
They spent the rest of the afternoon creating gifts to bring home to the family. Molloy got a framed "self-portrait", Lev got an army tank, Mom got a "Momster Truck", and I got my very own bowling alley with a take-off ramp (how cool is that!).