Case in point: today was salsa day. We cleared the conference table off and then filled it with bowls of everyone's different homemade salsas. We sat around sampling the salsa and joking about the Patriots getting fined for spying.
The office is also very family friendly, which is something from which I hope I'll eventually benefit. Right now, a coworker has his four year old in the office as his wife runs some errands. She was running around with long strips of tape on her fingers. In her exuberance, she tripped on the carpet and hurt her ankle, starting to cry. Unconcerned, my coworker starts to talk to her. This is how the conversation went:
Dad: What happened?
Child: Ow! I hurt my ankle! [howls a little]
Dad: Well, are you going to die?
Dad: Besides, you can't cry in here, people are trying to work.
Child: Oh, okay...
It's amazing that you can have such a logical conversation with someone that still sounds like a chipmunk.