So, that’s why they call it ‘headquarters!’
Tonight, my handsome husband Nate took our four-year-old son Andy to the police department. That’s where Nate works, but Andy hasn’t actually been inside since he was an infant. The sheer joy of seeing where Daddy works had him all excited.
They had just returned home, and Andy was estatic. He said, “Mommy, there was a lot a lot of stuff in there. You gotta see it.”
Me: “Oh, yeah? Like what?” (I’m fully expecting to hear details of guns and police equipment to follow.)
Andy: “Like Pepsi cups, a police officer, a really great smelling bathroom, and a lot a lot of doors.”
So, that’s what Nate does at work. Hmmm…