Fluffember prompts Cuddle and Rug. With thanks to Tsari for spotting my mistakes!

Jeff sighed and looked at the clock. 10:55am. He'd only just had a coffee. This was going to be such a long day, for all that he was looking forward to today. He glanced to the corner of his office.

His eldest son was currently sat in the corner. He'd bought in a small child's desk and chair, and Scott was currently sat at it, scribbling away. Jeff watched as the seven-year-old stopped 'writing' and grabbed his cup, taking a loud slurp of fruit juice and smacking his lips before slamming his cup down and continuing to write.

Ann, Jeff's secretary, stifled a laugh as Jeff looked on fondly. Take Your Child To Work day was something he looked forward to, and having Scott sitting there, in his little smart suit copying everything Jeff did, including how he drank his coffee, brought a warmth to his heart.

'Who is my 11am, Ann?'

Jeff looked over at the pause. Ann was frowning at her diary.

'Ann?'

'Oh, sorry, Jeff. Um, Mr Alvan is next.'

'Ah.'

They both looked at Scott. Oblivious to their looks, the child picked up the phone and proceeded to chat, words flowing too fast for them to make out exactly what he was saying. Jeff was entranced by the gestures accompanying the words.

But Mr Alvan would be a problem. The man was crass, had no manners at all, and Jeff wasn't sure he wanted Scott to see someone like that. Hell, he'd been trying to get rid of the man for ages. But he also didn't want to ask his son to leave, not when Scott was obviously enjoying himself.

'Show Mr Alvan in when he gets here, Ann, please.'

His secretary nodded, flashed a smile at Scott and left.

'Scott, the next man who is coming to see me is a scientist, ok?'

'Ok, Daddy.'

Scott tidied the paperwork on his desk and sat expectantly. There was a knock at the door and Ann ushered in a tall thin man, dressed in a suit with a turtleneck instead of a shirt. He took one look at Scott and sneered.

'Run out of childcare options today, Jeff?'

'This is my son, Scott. It's Bring Your Child To Work Day.'

'I'm not going to talk important business in front of a child.'

Jeff stood up, mouth open to protest, but Scott beat him to it.

'Why is your hair funny?'

The man's mouth opened in shock. Jeff looked at Scott, but his son was showing genuine interest, eyes wide and chin resting in his hand. He looked back at the scientist. Actually, now that Scott had pointed it out his hair did look funny.

'What? It's a rug.'

'A rug? Like the one on our floor under the table?' Scott glanced at his dad.

'What is this? Did you deliberately bring your brat in to make fun of me today?'

Jeff bit his lip as he tried not to laugh as he apologised, but the man wasn't having any of it and stormed out. Ann came in seconds later. Jeff was sitting at his desk with Scott on his knee.

'Is everything alright, Jeff?'

'Yeah, Ann. Everything's fine.'

'Mr Alvan leave in a hurry. What happened?'

'Scotty here asked Mr Alvan about his hair. Mr Alvan took exception and left.'

'Do you know what a rug is, Mrs. G?'

Ann's laugher rang out as Jeff cuddled Scott tightly.

'Scott, a rug is another word for a wig. A wig is something that people who have no hair or who want different hair wear.'

'Oh. Did I do wrong to ask, Daddy?'

'No, Son. You should always ask if there is something you don't know. This wasn't your fault.'

'Well, at least we won't have to worry about Mr Alvan again, I'd say, Jeff.'

Jeff nodded and rested his chin on Scott's head as his son cuddled up. He was having the best day. Ann winked at him and disappeared, returning with a plate of donuts. Scott beamed when offered the plate first, while Jeff chuckled as his son grabbed one and took a big bite.

Now it was his best day ever.