It happened now.

A colleague brought his 5-year-old daughter to work. The whole day she went with the badge from leaflet to cell "Vice Director" and in the evening, apparently, entered the role.

A client enters our office. He asks where the laundry is. The vigilant micro-adjunct of the boss, loudly, childishly ringing and with an expression, like a king's whisper, declares:

The toilet is busy. There is a director!

It was fun. Many employees smiled embarrassed.

A few minutes later, the general comes out of the toilet.

The little voice activated again:

The Director Picked! You can pass! It sounded all over the office, and with a hand movement, as if giving a reverence, the girl pointed to the visitor to the toilet.

The director asked my colleague not to bring the children to work anymore. =) is