Yesterday while I was sitting in the waiting room of the periodontist, Isaac was stretched out on his side, sleeping soundly, looking very relaxed. An older man and woman sat down across from us and the man looked at Isaac and read the patch on his vest out loud: "Please don't pet me, I'm working."
I knew right away what he was thinking. Isaac really looked like he was hard at work.
The man smiled and said, "Huh. I want that job."