At the end of a week of 13+ hour workdays, comments like this keep me going.
“You look tired. Do you want to conga line with us? It really wakes you up.”
“We thought you should know that someone is stuck in the recycling bin, but don’t be stressed because we’re going to get her out.”
“If you had a beard, I would shave it for you. Because I care.”
I love those kids.