Office Drugery?

Every morning, my dad gets up, takes a shower, puts on a funny neck scarf and takes the poodles out to pee. When he comes back and stops by the crib to see me, he says, "good bye monkey, I am going to work."

Now, I gotta be honest, I have always wondered what this "work" thing is. From what I can tell, it involves alot of preparation, takes up lots of time and seems to be never ending! I can't seem to stick to playing with one toy for more than about five minutes. I really don't understand how dad can keep doing the same work thing day after day. I have asked my mom a million times to explain the "work" concept but, unfortunately, it comes out as "bahbahbah." So, obviously, her answer is useless.

Last Friday, however, mom came up with the brilliant idea of visiting dad at his work! We loaded up in the carrier and off we went. I liked the rocking of the subway and yelled and sang all the way to Rockefeller Center. The other riders on the subway thought that I was quite entertaining and, of course, I thought that I was a superstar! When we got to work, I met all kinds of nice people and even got a few books from my new friend Barbara! My dad showed me his office and I pounded on the computer keyboard. Work seems pretty interesting after all. Particularly because it involves the use of many little fascinating items scattered on the desktop. (I really tried to put them in my mouth but dad whisked them away too fast.) We sat at his desk and contemplated how we might become masters of the universe together. Then, I got hungry. So, we packed up again and headed back to Brooklyn.

We had dinner together at a nearby restaurant and Mom and Dad toasted their "anniversary." They told me that they were very glad that I could make it this year to celebrate it with them. I smiled and giggled and said the usual...bahbahbah.

Now, can anyone clarify this "anniversary" concept for me?