Today was one of my work from home days. I sat at our little kitchen island with my work laptop (ugh, Windows) and a printed manuscript of an article about litigating disputes involving the medical marijuana industry. Soren really, really, really wanted my wireless mouse.

Soren: Mama (sometimes it’s mommy and sometimes it’s mama; my natural inclination is to prefer mommy, but as long as he never calls me ma, it’s all good) what’r'ya doooin?

Me: I’m doing some work.

Soren: Are you done yet?

Me: Not yet.

Soren (trying to grab the mouse): My turn.

Me: Not yet.

Soren (trying to grab the mouse and push buttons on the keyboard): Mines.

Me: Don’t touch! You might delete important parts of this article!

Soren: Mama what’r'ya doooin?

Me: I’m doing some work.

Soren: Are you done yet?

Me: No. I wish! Soon.

Soren: Are you done yet?

Me: No. Sorry this is boring, dude. I’ll be done soon.

Soren: You’re doing lots of works!

Me: Yes.

Soren exits the room and returns momentarily with his toy laptop, which he places right next to mine.

Soren: I do lots of works!

Me: That’s awesome. I’m almost done.

Later, he took the manuscript and distributed pages to me, Sadie, and Coltrane. He tried to give some to Peaches, but she was outside. What a slacker being outside when she should be in the house doing lots of works like the rest of us. He likes to dole things out to the dogs — papers, food, whatever. He loves the dogs (and the cats, too, but they don’t interact with him as much yet because let’s be honest, if you’re a cat, a toddler is fucking terrifying, and for good reason).

Sadie thoroughly enjoyed reading about ethical considerations to keep in mind while representing medical marijuana clients. To tell you the truth, it’s probably better to resolve your disputes instead of litigating, because getting a medical marijuana business involved in litigation will lead to nothing but trouble.