I ended the work day by entertaining the three-year-old son of two of my colleagues - well, not so much entertaining as preventing him from making any changes to open documents while he sat in my chair and played with my computer (he was kind enough to drag over another chair for me). We're good pals - he likes to drop by to tell me I work too much (out of the mouths of babes...) - but there's some confusion in his mind as to who I am. He knows Colin, and Dan, and Izzie, and Melanie (though not necessarily which person is Melanie), but when asked what my name was, he said "Parent." Heh - I knew I was old, but when did I become an authority figure?