We've lived here more than a year and a half, and I had never seen the inside of Paul's office. More importantly, neither had Edith. That's more important because Edith seemed to think that Paul worked in a car.
Almost every weekday we would have a conversation like this:
Edith: Daddy home?
Me: No, Daddy's at work.
Then I would proceed to explain that Daddy drives a car to work, but that's not where he actually works. Instead of having the conversation a million more times, I asked Paul when we could visit him and go to lunch.
That day was last Friday. Edith seemed shocked to see Daddy meeting us in the lobby, but she soon warmed up to the coworkers he introduced us to. Then we went to Chipotle. A win for all of us.