Yesterday was Take Your Kids to Work Day at the Embassy. Instead of bringing all the kids in and letting them loose on the classified systems, the Embassy put together an event for them, taking them to various places within the Embassy for demonstrations of what goes on there on a daily basis.
This year's event was designed for 3rd grade and up, so Shay was the only one of ours in attendance. While he was thus occupied, I took the other three kids to the pool.
We were able to peer through the fence at the RSO portion of the event. (It was as if Bart had groupies: He stood on the other side of the fence with the big kids, and Kyra kept shouting "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!", while Ainsley yelled "I lub you soooo MUCH!" I kept relatively quiet, personally.) The RSO staffers brought in their big trucks with lights and sirens and showed the kids how they do protective details. The kids loved it, of course. The best part about Take Your Kids to Work day at an Embassy is that my kids leave thinking their dad has the Coolest Job Ever. What's not to like about sirens and bulletproof vests and those wacky earphone thingees that they stick in their ears? It's all kinds of awesome, as far as kids are concerned. Of course, I didn't notice them talking the kids through issuing security violations or receiving late night emergency phone calls. So there's that.
Today, the boys are back at school. Kyra's on Spring Break, though. And I'm working. Also, I've been tasked with providing "20 homemade chocolate chip cookies, 2 1/2 inches in diameter," for a school field trip. Honestly. I think my head's going to explode.