St. Patrick's Day





Jim:Good Lord! [Photo of Cece on Jim's desktop] I can't believe I'm missing this.
Pam:It's kind of like that lip thing she did last night, like a half snarl, half smile? I get the sense that she's very ironic.
Jim:Okay. Love you. We'll talk soon. [hangs up phone]
Dwight:Must be amazing being a father right, a miracle of life?
Jim:It is. Big time.
Dwight:Ah, that baby is just discovering the whole wide world right now.
Jim:Pretty amazing.
Dwight:What up is, what down is, who Mom is, who Dad is. Must be tough being here with all that going on.
Jim:Oh it's tough being here for a lot of reasons.
Dwight:I mean, you're here at work, and the baby thinks that the refrigerator is its father.
Jim:Is that what happened to you?
Dwight:I'll tell you what happened to me. I didn't see my father for the first two years of my life. I thought my mother was my father, and my wet-nurse was my mother.
Jim:That's a common mistake.
Dwight:Turned out fine for me. But Mose? Oh. Same story, different ending.