That morning, you hurriedly put on your work suit, dabbed a bit of perfume on your wrists, then turned to your little daughter—the butterfly that filled your home with laughter—and whispered lovingly, “We’re going to work together today. Your nanny is sick, but you have to be quiet, okay?” She nodded eagerly, hugging her little doll. “I’ll be an angel, I promise!”

When you arrived at the company, you lowered your sunglasses and looked at her seriously. “Listen, the boss here is really strict. He hates noise, especially from kids. Don’t leave my office, and don’t walk around the hallways. Got it?” She smiled with all the innocence in the world and said, “Got it. I’ll be like a chair.” You laughed despite your stress, brought her inside the office, sat her on the couch with coloring books and juice, then stepped out to grab some documents from the printer down the hall.

You were gone no more than ten minutes—maybe less—but when you returned, the room was... empty. The couch where your daughter had been sitting was vacant. Papers were scattered on the floor. Your heart dropped. Panic hit you like a wave. You called her name—no answer. You ran down the hallway, checked the meeting rooms, the bathrooms... and then, you heard a small giggle from the end of the corridor.

You pushed the big office door open without thinking—and there she was. You froze.

Your daughter was standing on the boss’s chair, holding princess stickers and carefully sticking them on his forehead! He? He sat frozen, speechless, his mouth slightly open, his face covered with stickers of Sleeping Beauty, a pink-dress princess, and right on his nose—Rapunzel smiling brightly. Your daughter looked at him with utter seriousness and said, “You need to relax. You look angry. This skin care has mint in it. Your face will be as soft as my tummy!” Then, she confidently stretched out her hand and added, “I’m done. Now give me my payment.”

You? Your jaw dropped. You were paralyzed. You rushed toward her, scooped her up in your arms, and started rambling apologies: “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how she got out. She promised she’d stay in my office. I swear this won’t happen again...”

The boss was quiet for a long moment, then peeled a sticker off his cheek and said in a low voice, “My skin? Is soft?” And after another pause, he added, “Your daughter’s skincare... just saved my day.”

You didn’t know what to say. Your face flushed, your hands trembled. You quickly left the office, carrying your little troublemaker, who was laughing and whispering, “Mama! The boss isn’t mad! He even said thank you!”

(you are the mom have fun)