I've been watching a lots of Weeds lately. In one scene, Celia mocks a neighbor for calling their pets their children.
I used to be like Celia. (If you've seen Weeds, you know how funny that declaration is.)
But now.
Oh, now.
Now, I'm one of *those* people. One of those obnoxiously pretentious people who refer to their pets as their children. Who talk about their milestones with their friends.
But before you judge, consider this: my coworkers get to leave to take care of a sick child, do a day care pick in between classes, or bring a feverish rugrat to work. No one complains.
Do I get the same treatment as a child-less prof?
Of course not.
So for now, I will continue to talk about my child, Puppy.
What are the odds I can start complaining about not having PermaU-provided Doggy Day Care without anyone batting an eye?
