The Office

Over the weekend Michael told me he had made himself an office in his room. Immediately I was intrigued. It is always impressive to me when either of the boys thinks up a project on his own and executes. However, I was curious about what making an office entailed, specifically. I followed him up to his room. At this point, Spencer was also curious, and came along as well. Michael proudly pointed me to his closet. I looked in. Hmm. I tried to assess what had changed. What was it in the current arrangement of the clothes, games and shelves that might suggest "office" to Michael, if not to me. I was stymied. Nevertheless, I said it looked great. Spencer (of course) now needed an office of his own as well. Michael, ever helpful, offered to (you guessed it) help. Spencer's office is also housed in his closet. There is even less in Spencer's office that resembles the images usually brought to mind by the word. Spencer's office is mostly (actually, entirely) an empty space on the floor of his closet. Apparently, they only had to move a couple items and, behold, office. Do I feel guilty that I haven't managed to find desks yet for these two? A little bit. This morning I asked Spencer to work on his homework. After a minute or two, I went into his room to see how it was going. But he wasn't in his room. I called to him. He answered that he was in his office. His office. Of course. I looked into the closet. He was sitting there, on his closet floor, in the near dark, happily working on his paper. Maybe they don't need desks yet.