Labor Day

Last night I was at my Mom's house having dinner along with my brother, sister-in-law, and their two year old son, Nathan. We all sat down for dinner and Nathan was wantering around swatting invisible bugs or something. His mom told him he needed to cme sit down and eat. To which he said, "I have to get my laptop." He wandered onto the lawn mumbling things that two year olds mumble. His mom followed him and told him he had to sit down right now or else go and take a nap....
"I have to go to work. I need my laptop"
To which Nathan's mom replied, "Nathan I'm going to count to three, come sit down."
"I have to go to work."
"Nathan."
I have to go to work, I have to get to a meeting."

At this point, everyone at the table was trying to laugh as quietly as possible while his mom still tried to be serious in disciplining the little workaholic. Eventually, his need was quelled when we told him dinner was his meeting, we were waiting for him, and pointed him to his seat. He shouldn't be late for his meeting.

I left my laptop a few minutes ago to come into work and update the books. I don't feel too bad that i'm typing this on my work computer, because it's Labor Day. I'm not even late for a meeting... or dinner.