Once upon a time, the girl child went to work with me every day.
Nowadays, she only comes on special occasions; later we are going to see a show together, and she opted to spend the day with me (instead of hanging out at home and taking the train in). (Really, she was hoping I would cave and take her to DŌ, which um, no, it's a workday, and besides, I can make cookie dough perfectly well at home and there's no standing on line there.)
One thing led to another, and BOOM. Causing a traffic jam yet again.
Wonderful!
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