Abigail's little arms swung back and forth as she held each of her parents hands.
"Now, Abigail, I'm going to ask you one time. Did you mention where you were going to Andy or Lily?" Her father asked sternly.
Abigail gave a mischievous little smile. "I might have told Andy." She said in a small voice.
Andy sighed, but he stayed calm. He knew once he had kids, he had to control his anger, and was much better at that now, ever since he met Erin.
"It's no big deal, is it, Andy?" Erin said with a knowing look to her husband. "Little Andy loves preschool, and in two years, when he's six, he can come to work with Mommy and Daddy just like you, Abigail!"
"And in four years, Lily can come too!" Abigail said excitedly.
"That's right, Abby! You're so good at math!" Andy said happily. "Erin, I think we have a future Cornell grad in our hands."
"Now, remember, honey, stay close to Mommy and Daddy and don't touch anything you're not supposed to." Erin reminded her daughter.
"Yes, Mommy has some scary machines by her desk. Stay away from those like you stay away from my banjo." Andy added.
"Exactly." Erin smiled.
"Now, who wants a piggy back ride to the building!?" Andy yelled.
"I do! I do! I do!" Abigail screamed.
"Alright!" Andy said, crouching down. His daughter climbed on his back and he ran to the building, Erin closely behind.
"Me next! Me next! Me next!" Erin chanted.
"Erin, I'm not thirty-six anymore." Andy reminded her.
"But I am." She smiled.
"Gross!" Abigail said as her parents kissed.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Pam said in a worried voice.
"Honey, it's fine. Michael re instituted Take Your Child to Work Day for our kids." Jim said soothingly.
"Yeah, and why was Take Your Child To Work Day un instituted in the first place?" Pam pointed out. "Creed? Meredith? Ryan? Dwight? Michael?"
"No, it was un instituted because there were no kids to come." Jim persuaded. "And it's not like Cecilia and John will be the only kids there."
"Yeah, but the only other people bringing kids are Andy, Erin, Dwight, and Angela. How does that make you feel? And what if they...socialize with the other children. What if they socialize with Michael?"
"I highly doubt the Nard puppy is any threat to our children. As is the Schrute child."
"An offspring of Dwight and Angela? That's definitely trouble." Pam told him. Jim laughed.
"Pam, it's one day. I think the kids will have fun. It will at least be fun for us." He concluded.
"Alright." She sighed. "Cecilia, John. Listen to me. Don't leave our side the whole day."
"Mommy, I'm eight years old." Cecilia sighed.
"Cece, listen to your mother. Sometimes she right about these things. And this would be one of those times." Jim said, and added. "Those rare, rare, times."
"Shut up." Pam laughed as the family walked into the building.
"Lunchbox?" Angela asked.
"Check." Dwight said.
"Toy Trains? Because frankly accounting can get kind of boring."
"Check." He said, and added hopfully, "Beet sandwiches?"
"No, I made egg salad sandwiches." Angela said. "We had beets yesterday."
"I don't like egg salad." Dwight whined.
"Well then make your own sandwiches." Angela snarled.
"Beet sandwitch! Beet Sandwhich! Beet Sandwhich!" Jeremiah chanted.
Dwight smiled at his wife. "Spoken like a true Schrute, and a true son of mine." Dwight said proudly, patting him on the back.
"And that's not always a good thing." Angela mumbled. "Now, come on, we're going to be late, and as we all know, tardiness is not acceptable in the Schrute family."
"Aye, Aye, Captain." Dwight said, and Angela smiled. "But we're still not leaving without those sandwhiches."