Have a lolly....

If you've been reading this blog for long, you've seen me say things like "Have a lolly and wait your turn," or "Shut up and have a lolly."

I have this R2D2 on my desk at work (see pic). His head comes off and inside are goodies. Know what's in it right now? You got it -- lollies.

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but I have one coworker who is often in my office, and he smells terrible. The body odor is amazing. And he likes to point at things on my computer screen. I have to not breathe through my nose. He also looks like he just parked his snowboard (or skateboard, in warm weather) outside before coming in. He's a Dude. Despite the smell, I really like working with him. He's a progressive thinker with what we're doing, and you gotta like that.

Today, he walked into my office with a munchkin in tow. She's about two years old. She looks a lot like her daddy -- blonde with blue, blue eyes. She teetered on my threshold, not sure about this strange new room, with this strange new lady in it. Daddy scooped her up and showed her my shelves of Star Wars toys. She decided I was okay.

As I'm talking shop with the munchkin's daddy, I see these two tiny hands reach up from the other side of my desk and grab hold of R2. The hands and R2 disappear from view.

"Is he breakable?" Daddy asks, starting to rescue R2.

"No," I said. "It's just fine. But in a moment she's going to figure out his head pops off and there's lollies inside."

Daddy's eyebrows went up. "Oh! She's about to find out what good things robots are!"

So, we continued talking shop. All the while, I'm aware of delightful little-one chatter. The nonsensical babble that comes from developing language skills. I love it.

The chatter stopped. For a moment. And was replaced with....

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

And a tiny hand shot into view, holding up a bright green lolly. The message was clear: "Hurry, Daddy! Unwrap this!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

And another padawan learns to love R2D2.