Don't mess with my toys

The kids have their toys. And I have mine.

For example, there’s my “What Would a Unicorn Do?” folder:

And my pack of Svengali Magic Cards and my puppet, The Punching Nun. But my most cherished toys are the CUBES. These little office figurines have transcended “toy status” to become “my staff.”

Their little cubes are set up next to my desk. Here’s a typical day:

A good deal of drama happens in their world. There was a fight over the donuts. A strange new guy arrived. And Bob recently lost an arm. All of this is chronicled via photo and periodically distributed to friends. But I think I’ll start posting the updates here as well.

My kids know that these are “mommy’s toys” and they treat them with quasi-respect. My husband? Well, the best is when he walks in while I’m in the middle of setting up an intricate scene like this one:

Basically, he steps into the office, takes one look at what’s unfolding, then closes his eyes and shakes his head. He also usually delivers this look:

Translation: “Keep up the great work, honey!”

Anyway, watch for occasional updates about my “employees” and their antics. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to conduct a staff meeting.