Late For Work
Jeremy sat at the kitchen table stirring his bowl of cereal until each colorful piece was turned to mush.
“Mommy, what happens if you’re late to work?” asked Jeremy.
“Why are you worried about being late to work? You’re six.” Jeremy’s mother stood by the coffee pot waiting for the last drip to fall.
“I just want to be prepared.”
“That’s very mature of you, but you don’t need to worry about work for a long time. I on the other hand am running late.”
“What’ll happen if you’re late?” he asked. His eyes lit up and his heart began beating profusely.
“I’ll get put in timeout, just like you’ll be if you don’t finish your cereal before the bus comes.”
“Timeout isn’t too bad. At least you’ll be able to play video-games.”
“There are no video-games at work, unfortunately. But there is coffee.”
“You got your video-games taken away? Wow, mommy. You must be late a lot.” Jeremy picked up his bowl and slurped what remained of his rainbow sludge. “Maybe if you show your boss you’ve learned your lesson you can get your video-games back.”
“Maybe you need to get your butt out the door.”