In honour of Flora getting her SIN number this week (the government-issued number that allows her to get a job), I decided to put her to work. It went less than swimmingly.

No mummy, I don't *wanna* help fold clothes!
Okay, fine. I guess I'll help, but I'm only folding underpants.
Hey this isn't so bad!
Okay, fine. I guess I'll help, but I'm only folding underpants.

Unfortunately, she was promoted to supervisor – she sat in her bouncy chair and watched me fold the laundry to make sure I was doing it right and put it away when I was done. After I successfully completed my task, she didn’t even tell me “good job” or “that’ll help you get a raise at your next review”. She just started screaming about the next task .(which was a diaper change if I remember right.)

So, no appreciation, and my boss is so incompetent* that I actually do have to wipe her ass for her.

* Yes I know “incompetent” is not the right word to describe a baby, but it goes with the baby=boss theme.

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