Sitting here at work, eating cold Chinese food for lunch. After accidentally flipping a forkful of fried rice across my table, I noticed a tiny little bit of Rice Chex hidden beneath my keyboard. Made me smile and think of my daughter, she of the iron-fisted Chex grip. Crushing them one at a time, she leaves little Chex bits scattered around her tray and on her. Apparently one rode on her outfit and then got transferred to me, finally reaching a resting place at work. Instead of take my daughter to work day, it’s take my daughter’s crumbs to work day.