So I put a picture of My Pretty Pony up in my cube at work today. I’m pretty sure the only way I can get away with it is the fact that it was a picture my four year old daughter colored for me. Try explaining to her that Daddy doesn’t want a picture of My Pretty Pony in his cube. Can you color a rocket ship or a dinosaur for me instead? So, the picture hangs proudly in my cube – well, it’s not prominent and front-and-center, but it’s there. Laugh if you want, but *I* know why it’s there.

geek, fatherhood