Why Daddy Can't Write

Take our Daughters to Work Day was last Thursday, so I took my 13-year-old, Rae, for the first time. Hey, a kid will do anything to miss a day of school. By noon she was begging to go back.

Maybe she thought that at my office Shaq would be shooting Nerf hoops with swimsuit models while guys in fedoras clackety-clacked out metaphors in the back room.

Uh, nope.

It was a lot of conversations like this:

HER: Dad, what are you doing now?

ME: Planning my next column.

HER: With your eyes closed?

ME: Yes.

HER: Lying on the couch?

ME: Yes.