We have a toddler at the Institute. Her name is Baby Kodie and she's 18 months old. Both of her parents go to school and they switch off taking classes so BK is there all day long. She's become my little buddy. She'll toddle into my office to open and close the cupboard doors, pull files out of the cabinets, color, snag some food from kids eating lunch in there and generally act really cute. Sometimes she'll go into the game room and watch a round of ping pong. Or she'll hang out with the guys as they discuss video games. She loves taking people's iPhones and keys and they happily hand them over because she's so cute with them. Everyone loves her. She's our little mascot.
Lately she's been coming into my office in the early afternoons to crawl up onto my lap and fall asleep. It is as precious as it sounds and it melts my heart. But I have discovered a hazard to this cuteness. After I carry her out to the lounge and put her down on one of the couches I'll notice bits of food encrusted on my shoulder because she's a bit of a drooler when she sleeps. Today is was dried milk. Yesterday it was goldfish cracker crumbs. The day before that someone gave her some candy so there was dried chocolate drool on the front of my sweater. There's also been licorice, Doritos, and remnants of string cheese. I'm going to have to invest in a slicker.