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I have a morning ritual.  It involves coffee, my computer and checking e-mails.  I bring my son with me into our den where my husband and I each have our desks and computers.   I plop Ryan down in the middle of the floor with a basket full of his favorite toys and he plays, crawls around and explores the room while I get my early morning e-mail fix.

Often times he gets into things that he shouldn’t.  A few days ago I had a pile of bills sitting next to my desk on top of a box of Office Max laser printer paper.  He had those little bits of paper scattered all over the room within about 8 seconds.  He recently discovered how to open the filing cabinets in our den and pull out the hanging files.  This always results in the appearance of a paper bomb explosion.  And he loooooves to unhook the wires that connect our computers.   For some reason, those wires and cords have a magnetic pull that draws that child to them like a teenager to Myspace.  It worries the hell out of me when our little electrician goes to work, so I’m constantly grabbing him and moving him to safer spots in the room.  However, he always finds his way back under the desks to his wire heaven.

This morning, as I typed a response to a work-related e-mail inquiry, a surprising error message came up on the screen.   It read, “USB device not recognized….”  I thought to myself, “Stupid computer.  I’m not trying to hook anything up,” and I kept on typing.  About 10 seconds later, the same error message appeared again.  “This is weird,”I said to myself, and I turned to see what my son was up to.  It was then that I realized that he was sitting under my desk with the USB cable that I use to sync my iPod with my computer in his mouth.  He grinned at me, cable dangling oh so slightly out of the corner of his mouth, and raised his right eyebrow, as if saying, “Good trick, huh?”

So now it has me thinking–I wonder if we can write Ryan off as an office expense this year?  After all, the computer has officially declared him a USB device.  Surely our federal government couldn’t afford to argue this point with Bill Gates, the richest man in the world who’s software has deemed my son to be such a device.   I’m adding a print out of this post to my office receipts right now.

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