The CFO’s whole family arrives in town today for Thanksgiving. The Jr. VP has no idea what is about to hit him: he is going to have so much fun playing with Grandma, Grampa and Uncle that his head well might explode. Possibly in a manner similar to that pictured below:

Then, come the weekend, it is back to just boring old Daddy. Poor Jr.

Oh, once they are gone we’ll go back to our usual weekend routine I guess, which really isn’t that bad but doesn’t compare to having out of town guests. Lately that routine has been something like this: I chase him around the house for a bit, then he tries to stand in the exact same spot where I am standing, then maybe we chase each other around the couch for a while. We’ll go outside and play for awhile, until I tick him off by doing something like not letting him push his trike down the driveway and into the street, or taking away the pruning sheers after he trys to give me a c-section, or preventing him from climbing under the hood of a running Subaru. Something mean like that. He’ll cry and go inside and have a little tantrum, we’ll fight, we’ll reconcile, and then maybe we’ll listen to some music or perhaps watch a little TV. (I mean a small amount of TV. We’ll actually watch it on a fairly good-sized television.) We’ll eat and/or drink, as appropriate to our station. Then we’ll repeat the whole process until one of us falls asleep.

All this is void if Mommy is home: the CEO will for the most part be ignored if that is the case. And rightfully so.