"What if Maeve watches on me and if I feel low I can tell her and she can tell an adult and they can call you?"

"Is that a good idea, dad?"

I don’t let on that I have absolutely no idea how this is going to work.

"Sure, Charlie. We’ll figure it out."

At 7 years old, Charlie is finally eligible to come to work with me to "Take Your Child to Work Day." He’s put in his time, watching with envy as his big sister was able to board a 6 am train bound for Manhattan with dad in years past. He can’t wait.

"Is there anything I should bring?" he asked as I tucked him into his bed.

"Just your suit and tie and a briefcase."

"Seriously dad?"

The scary twist to tomorrow is that despite the name of the day, he really won’t be spending much time with me at all. And apparently I can't have his two school health aides and the school nurse accompany Charlie at my workplace. Some crazy nonsense about the school nurse needing to stay in school to care for the other children.

The kids have a full schedule of events, crafts, games and a movie (Madagascar 2) from 9 am to 4 pm. And the food will be flowing all day long. Fan-freakin-tastic!

Amazing how the planning and strategizing never ends. Just to have my son come to my work.

I spent my morning first explaining to my supervisor that I would basically be popping in on Charlie all throughout the day to test his blood sugar and to give him insulin.

Then I met with an HR rep regarding Charlie. I told him that Charlie and his sister would need to be together and that I would need to be called if he says he feels a low blood sugar.

They do a pretty elaborate buffet for the kids, so I asked to see the menu.

I then contacted the executive chef of the catering service in order to get a rough idea of the total carbs in, for example, the mini sliders (burgers) or the puff & puppies (pigs in a blanket) or the french toast sticks with maple syrup.

Oh goodie, it says on the menu that from 2 pm – 3 pm it’s ice cream sundae bar and soft pretzel time!

How wonderful.