Happy Saturday! Hope it's a beautiful day where ever you are.

Mean – Taylor Swift

"Dad!" Came the plaintive cry from Nate as he stomped into my office, I could see his mother just behind him, looking just a little bit irked.

"What is it kiddo?" I hit the save button on the document, telling by the 10 year old's face that this was not going to be a conversation where I could multi-task.

"Mom's being mean," he's pouting hard core, arms folding across his chest and his mother is running her hand through her hair, looking at me desperately. I wave her off, and it earns me a grateful smile as she heads in the other direction towards the sounds of a three eight year old girls and splashing sounds.

Nate is still pouting on the other side of the desk from me. "Why is your mom being mean?" I ask, rounding the desk so that I could sit down.

"She says I'm not allowed to go to work with her on take your kid to work day." Ah that would explain mom's exasperated look.

"Nate…"

"No, Dad she said I could go when I was a big kid and I'm 10 now. So I'm a big kid."

"You are a big kid but Mommy has a really dangerous job and she just wants to keep you safe."

"If it's a dangerous job then why does Mommy do it?" His face is all screwed up and he stomps his foot again.

I smile and listen to his kick ass mother wrestle three girls into pajamas for a sleep over, "Because your Mom is a highly trained super hero."

"You go to work with her when we're in school." Ahh and there's the fatal flaw in my argument.

"Okay kid…" I lean down so I'm at eye level with him, "she spends a lot of time, making sure that I stay safe and she has to make sure that we're both safe then she can't do her job."

"Well if you don't come to work then she can worry about me," he argues back.

I can't stand seeing his pouty face, so I tackle him tickling him, earning me squeals of laughter. "Daddy… dad…" he gasped.

"Alright bud, here's the thing is that while you're a big kid, I had to sign a bunch of paperwork and your mom still didn't want me there at first."

"I'll sign the paperwork," he decrees.

"Nice try."

"But Dad…"

"I know. I know. I'm terrible too. But how about this, you'll come to work with me, and we'll go to the precinct for a few hours together, if Mom says it's ok."

His eyes light up, "Really?"

"Yeah, you, me and Tori we'll go see mom being a super hero."

"Does Tori have to come?"

"Yes, she does."

"Fine," he sort of pouts.

"Come on lets go apologize for to Mom for calling her mean."

"She's not mean," he whispers, from my side.

"No, she's not mean, she's very nice."

Pouty ten year old boys make me smile as long as I'm not the one dealing with them.

Babyrose