Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Middle Management

Most preschool boys have lofty occupational goals. Some of the
most popular at this age seem to be fireman, policeman, astronaut, train
engineer and Spiderman. My son has dreams of driving a train or a monorail but
his fantasy role of the hour seems to be that of someone in middle management.
I don’t think this necessarily makes him a realist (I see him headed for upper
management at the very least) but it does make him unique.

Here are some of manager musings from the last few weeks:

One of my workers has been to the South Pole. He stayed
warm because his coat was made of bricks.

Mom, we need to bring food to my workers because they
don’t have any money.

I have to make ramps for most of my workers. They are in
wheelchairs and can’t climb ladders.

It’s my workers birthday and we are having a party for
him so we need to make some cake.

 I take pride in the fact that my son seems to be a pretty
good boss. He throws birthday parties for his employees, makes sure that the
disabled among them are accommodated, listens to their elaborate vacation
stories, and brings food to them when they are in need. My only concern is that
his workers seem to work for him out of the goodness of their heart. I asked
him once if he paid them for the work they did. He laughed and said, “No Mommy.
They don’t need money.”

Entitlement rears its ugly head yet again.


  1. So funny! Well since he is bringing them food and making them cakes he is right they don't need money!

  2. You are correct, it seems he is ready for upper-management. Note to Self; Make more trips to Tennessee, the Boy doesn't know about my beloved U.A.W. yet, and, there's a work stoppage in his future. Note to Jullianne; stop using only your debit card, the Boy doesn't know what money is. Note to Sean; watch what you say about work at home.

  3. I think I'm going to start baking cakes and bringing food to my workers and see if they notice the missing paycheck. Brilliant!

  4. I laughed out loud while reading this. It's so funny how their little minds interpret life. Another great one. thanks, Maribeth

  5. Out of the mouths of babes. Very funny and what an imagination!

  6. What a big heart he has! So cute. :-)

  7. Well, I'm a tad concerned about the productivity of these workers--ambling around the freezing cold with brick coats, and in wheelchairs no less. However, I do agree your son seems like a great boss--well aside from the dismal wages. *grin*
    Gotta love a child's imagination. I remember when my son had dreams of being a chef. These dreams persisted for years--until he actually tried cooking a few things. Sigh...

  8. I remember how shocked Maggie was when she found out that we actually got PAID for going to work. She said, "they give you MONEY? For just going to work??"
    I also explained to her that when she secures that dream job of working at McDonald's, that she too, will get paid. She was in awe of the fact that she could work behind the counter and actually get money for it.