This was the exciting year that Sophia got to participate in Take Your Daughter to Work day. I know that on this day, children are supposed to get a practical view of what their parents do for a living, so I just have to say one thing: in no way am I supporting daunting physical labor that focuses on being a slave to people for Sophia to have as a career when she grows up. Part of me wants to say that I do NOT want Sophia to be a waitress when she grows up, but then I realize that the reason I waitress is to a.) be able to stay home with my sweet babies during the day, and b.) get out of the freaking house, so I guess I would in-fact want this for Sophia. Either way, Sophia got to be a waitress for a day, and she thought it was great. Not just great, but she down right loved it.
Sophia and I got to the Olive Garden around 9am and it was set up really cute; there was an entire dining room section set up especially for kids. Sophia got to start her shift as a waitress by making herself an adorable necklace out of beads. Sophia's necklace turned out beautiful after she dropped about thirty beads on the floor that went scattering about. Whoever sits in Sophia's section for lunch is going to slip on a carpet of beads. Either that or I'm going to have to tip out the bus-boys extra from now on for all the clean up I made them endure. After Sophia got beautifully adorned in homemade jewlery (because everyone knows a successful waitress is properly accessorized), Sophia got to personalize her own apron. Sophia chose to cover her apron in glittery, sticky, smiley-faces in which she shed throughout the Olive Garden on her kitchen tour...like in the soup area. And the salad area. But nevermind that.
Not only did Sophia get to see what goes on in a real live restaurant kitchen, she got to make her own lunch: pizza and a smoothie:
Here she is exercising her italian heritage and creating a home made personal pizza.

How cute is this picture? The smoothie blender is a little loud.
The day was a success and Sophia was glad to finally be able to see exactly where her mama goes when she leaves the house to go be a waitress at night...although now she thinks I just go to work and do crafts and eat pizza. That's okay. If Andy would have taken her to work, then she would just think Daddy golfs for a living. Just kidding. (I love you Andy!)
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