Taking care of people
When it comes to real work, I'm even worse at it. The guys won't work for candy and butt smacking is frowned upon in the workplace. In addition, I have no say over pay increments and the only reward I can give is more work.
Humans, unfortunately, can't be programmed. I don't have a Java or PHP manual handy, but I'm sure PHP doesn't stand for Programmable Human Procedures. So it's down to relationship building (which you don't have to do with your own kids, the relationship comes pre-determined and they don't have a say), trust (your kids have to trust you, no choice, you buy their food and they have to assume you didn't put any poison in it) and mutual respect (here is where the Mr. Cane comes in for the little monsters, and I respect them too if they use the magic words and stop punching each other). As I mentioned, the using of canes is not allowed in the office, although whips are allowed on special occasions, but that's not to be discussed openly.
Many people strongly recommend starting a family businesses because you legally get to smack people whom you manage. But I don't work in one. Guess I'll just have to buy my team a round of beer instead :)









On the first day, we left her there in the midst of her tears expecting the teachers to be able to coax her into playing with the toys and books. However, midway through our lunch at a nearby coffeeshop, our friends Joe and Dawn messaged to say she was crying her head off. When we got back, she was fast asleep in Dawn's arms - silly us, we timed the school smack on her nap time.






