I have the extreme pleasure of working in one of the strangest, quirkiest, and most caring offices in the world. It is like no other office I have ever seen. People wander through, just to say 'hi'.* We walk the faire site, me pushing a sleepy toddler in a stroller, Maestro dictating things to remember, and a performer taking notes. We work in the midst of the crazy, and for the most part, I love it.
Part of that crazy is in the fact that we usually have at least one performer at the office, helping with various things. One particular performer, a young man of about 19 or 20, has spent a lot of time with us in the past couple of weeks, and the one thing I've noticed is this:
Miles terrifies him.
Not that I blame him. Miles is a force of nature. As his mother, I know this, and I understand how overwhelming that can be. Still, I was surprised when I saw this performer over the weekend, and he said, "Where's the tornado?"
He meant my son, who was at home with Patrick. I have to say, it's a fitting nickname . . .
*Which occasionally turns into an hour-long 'meeting' with the person. :)