Amber sighed. “Just a minute, sweetie,” she responded. “Mommy's going over a big presentation for work tomorrow.” The stakes were immensely high, too, since the future of her job was hanging on this talk.
“But I want to play now!” Betty, three years old, pouted.
Amber looked at her PowerPoint. She knew it down cold. and she should treasure these moments with her daughter while she still could. She closed her laptop lid. “The Goober Monster is coming for you!” she threatened playfully. Betty squealed with glee.
Work could wait.