There were times I had to bring my kids to work when they were much younger. But they KNEW they had to be quiet and to walk, not run.

CJ took this to extreme once when he was in a conference room watching the construction site next door. His prime viewing spot was behind a huge plant, so when a group of folks came in for a conference call they didn't see him. And he was too afraid of speaking up. Once I realized what happened, I retrieved him. Luckily it was an internal meeting and all the folks were shocked to discover he had been there at all.

It would be the best daycare ever.

Apart from the lack of dedicated trained people to take care of the kidlets, which I think would make a big difference.

When my parents took us to work, it was always heavy heavy manners. Mummy had chemicals and dead animals and expensive machinery, and my father...he just had his face and the mystery of whatever the hell the Foreign Service did. We were quieter than church meese.

It would have those too. That's what I mean when I say we should have a daycare. I'm just saying it wouldn't be skimpy on the toys and entertainment.

I had Jake into work a handful of times when he was a preschooler, and it was always pretty funny -- one of the art department guys had a huge collection of fandom-type collectibles and he loved when Jake came to play with them.

I had an office, though, so it wasn't a really big deal. I can't remember if Ben ever came with me.

A lot of us have toys at our desks. I have office monkeys, 2 foam darts a The Maxx action figure, a Dante action figure and some Lego Rockband figures.

The guy who sits in front of me has all kinds of stuff. Kids gravitate to his desk.

My mother had my best friend and me in for "shadow your parent at work day." She scared the beejesus out of us by paralyzing a rat and then...OMG, we were, like, 8. I was already scared of her, but that's when I decided she might kill me if I failed to live up to her expectations. A fear that persisted long enough, at least subconsciously, that I needed someone to tell me I didn't have to do a Master's, and then they had to hold my hand while I made that phone call home.

She's the good cop.

I would wear the hell out of this swimsuit. And I'm not even really a Star Wars fan.

It is cute!

Also cute, there's a brand new baby boy Brees! Still waiting on his name.

Que viva, Univision! I came to work off and on with my mom...Mom has a pretty solid Look of Death so I don't recall much screwing around in public.

I went to the store today and got up to the counter and realized I forgot my debit card. They rang it up and had me write my phone number on the receipt and sent me on my way. Nice to be known.

OMG hour 5 of 6 layover. Die clock die.