Published August 05, 2009
It's Your Kid in a Box
Parenthood, Minus the Kid
Every once in a while, you've looked over at the dad who is all dadded up in the
office next door and felt a little…jealous.
Not because you want a bounty of offspring—but because the bastard's always got some airtight excuse
to get out of work.
Now we're not saying you should go out and kidnap some little tyke so you can skip out on filing your TPS
reports, but we are saying you might want to look into this thing called The Office Kid
ingenious little kit that gives you all the upside of parenthood, without the pesky downside of having to
endure Bob the Builder
Here's how it works: you get a prepackaged box full of kid paraphernalia (framed photos, hand-drawn cartoons
of "Daddy," etc.), which you then strew about your cubicle. Then, (and we recommend waiting three to six
months before harvesting this strategy's fruit) when you want to take the afternoon off to catch
—tell your boss, with a feeling of complete sadness and despair, that the
kid's got the flu, and produce one of the kit's doctor's notes. Or if the boss asks you late in the day to
explain some of your more recent undocumented expense reports—just bust out your child's "artwork" (in
actuality, crayon drawings produced by the kit's designer), fake some tears and mutter something about
little Timmy's "school art gallery opening." Boom—you're setting sail for happy hour.
And because we know you're concerned: yes, you can pick out your kid's gender and ethnicity. (Finally,
something you and Madonna have in common.) And for a little extra veracity (since clearly you care about
veracity), they'll even Photoshop you into a sports team photo.
Because you've always wanted to coach.