I find that the only time I ever want to break my Don't Write About Work on the Web rule is when I have cute kid stories. Today is no exception.

But, in order to even tell the story, I suppose I need to set the scene. I work where there are lots of animals, and therefore, lots of kids. I think that'll do for the purposes of this story.

So I'm walking along with a box of skulls (yeah, don't ask), when I overheard a little girl (who I later found out was three years old) say to her mom something about a baby animal when pointing to an adult. So I said to her, "Actually, that one's a grownup." And the little girl turned to look at me and noticed what I was carrying. She had a British accent, which is like the cutest trait a young child can have. (So be sure to imagine the rest of the story with the adorable accent, in order to get the full effect!)

Anyway, then she asked me, "Can I see what's in your box?"

"Oh, sure!" I said. Then I set the box down and knelt next to it so that I was about her height, and brought the skulls out. I showed her the difference between the chimpanzee skull and the human skull. She thought about it for a minute, pointed to the chimp skull and asked, "Now, who's this then?"

I laughed and explained again about the chimp. She pronounced it chim-pan-jee.

Then she nodded thoughtfully and asked me, "Can I look at your hair?"

"Well, yes, okay," I said.

She walked closer to me and put her hand on my head and pet me like a dog. She said, "Oh! It's so red and beautiful!" I thanked her and she said, "Now what's this, then?"

Her mom said, "It's a hair clip, darling! Come on, now, thank the nice lady!"

Holy crap, that kid was cute. I totally want to teach my future kids to speak with British accents now.