The interns

Working from home has its perks. And when you sometimes work from your parents's home, that also has its perks.

I call them my interns. One is an overly ambitions one (mother). The other one I pulled a Donald Trump on the first week and fired him. (father). I can't remember what he did to deserve this, but after he redeemed himself by making some mean cappuccinos a few days in a row, I hired him back.

Having your parents as your interns is interesting because in addition to handling tasks regular interns do - such as fetching coffee and taking care of administrative needs - they also do other things. The overly ambitious one, for example, runs over with a fleece jacket as soon as I utter a word about being cold. The other one decided to hold a 3 p.m. happy hour the other day and served up some serious mid-day pina coladas, complete with the colorful umbrellas and matching straws.

Sandwich for lunch? That doesn't exist when the interns are around. Lunch is more likely to be a five-course meal, starting with oysters and salmon tartar as appetizers. Need a new desk for the office? No problem. The father-intern built one from scratch in a matter of minutes. Want a new haircut? The mother-intern is happy to make recommendations and book the appointment.

Unlike younger interns, parent-interns are very disciplined and work all the time. They cook, clean, do grocery shopping and handle other tasks without even being told to do so.

But just like the young interns, parent-interns do not need to be paid. I am however, considering giving them college credit at the end of the semester.