I'm Mommy's Assistant

My Mommy works a lot. I try to help her as much as I can. I walk across the laptop because I know that I can type just as well as Mommy on most days. Today, I tried to help her trim the cords for her computer. She tells me "no" and not to "bite" them. But actually, I'm helping her to shorten them. She doesn't realize that these cords are so much longer than they need to be. In fact, this could be my new occupation -- Cord Trimmer! But I really prefer to lounge on the desk and be Mommy's Life Coach. I nap for an hour or so and then I wake up and play with the top of her water bottle. She thinks I do this because I want to "play" and "I'm bored". But actually, I'm telling her to drink more water. Mommy definitely needs to hydrate more. And then sometimes I play with her pens. Not because it's fun. But because Mommy needs to take a break. And when I really want to distract her -- I'll chew her papers. This really annoys her, but she stops what she's doing and then comes back to her work with fresh ideas. I'm getting really good at this role. So good that Mommy has moved my climbing tree over to the desk so that I climb up on it that way instead of climbing up her leg. I still don't understand why that bothers her. She even tells me I'm a "good girl" when I climb the tree. Mommy says she's a marketer. I don't understand what that means, but it must be an important job. One day I know I'll be as smart as Mommy. In fact, I already think I'm smarter than she is in some ways. She doesn't understand how good the sponge tastes. But I do.