(Crossposted at the Workin' Mom)

When my oldest child, 16-year-old Z, was little, he was my mini-shadow. And I loved it.

I took him everywhere -- yes, even to work occasionally. No, not very often to the office and around other co-workers during regular business hours.

But he did spend a lot of his childhood evenings going to city council and school board meetings with me, as I covered them for the newspaper. He also got to go to a lot of other cool events with me because of my job.

I always made sure he CLEARLY understood the rules. He was to be extremely quiet, sit still and not even THINK about asking to go to the bathroom until the meeting was over. And I can’t remember even one time that he didn’t obey -- even when he was just a preschooler. He was/is a great kid.

But he wasn’t an infant.

What would you think if your co-worker brought his/her infant to work every day, in the office, right next to your desk?