Well, he could have certainly been written up for inappropriate grabbing/mouthing of my breasts, and after being denied, taking out his frustration by pulling my hair viciously while squealing. I'd say we're even. All and all, though, it was a strange, fun day at work, and I was surprisingly productive. I'm not exactly the maternal sort, but every now and then, it's nice to have a wee one around to remind you that you're not even being close to being the Queen of the Universe, that there are more important things than answering the phone on the first ring, rasberries on the belly are good, doing the twist is fun, and bouncy chairs are the best.
His father just picked him up, so he's done for the day. His mother and nanny are sick, so I may have him one more day. It's kinda cool that my workplace lets families put their kids first in emergencies, and having him here was viewed as a good thing by my bosses. It was a nice day.