I Work for Daddy

E loves my home office, when I open the office door it makes a disctincive noise, every time he hears it he comes running.

My office is a treasure trove of things a small boy would love to play with and should not be allowed anywhere near.

I wonder at what point it would wanting to join the family business become slave labour?

He's not very good a fixing things yet, but he dose a great job of ripping keys of keyboards.