The Slice: Child labor laws probably don’t apply

This sounds like a dream job.

“This morning, my 2-year-old daughter, Sage, informed me that she was going to work,” wrote Bill Brock of Pullman. “Naturally, I asked her what she does at work.”

Sage was ready with an answer.

“I eat candy on the steps,” she said.

Her dad asked if there were any other duties associated with this job.

“I put money into bags,” she replied.

Hmmm. “OK, now I’m wondering what line of work she’s in,” wrote Brock. “Lobbyist? Power company executive? Got any ideas?”

I’m guessing it’s something that involves a flexible definition of billable hours.

“Pet peeve: It bugs Marcy Tunik when TV weather people say “overnight hours.” That’s redundant, she said.

“Just wondering: What Spokane area business that talks a lot about promoting diversity is least sincere?

“Slice answer (surreal moments): “About 20 years ago, a friend and I had a tee time at Indian Canyon,” wrote Mark Taylor of Spokane. “It was a weekday and the course was relatively empty. At the first tee another twosome was sent to join us.

“When they came down it was a father and his probably 10- or 12-year-old son. While I was all for a father taking his son out for golf, I was disappointed as I imagined the boy slowing the game down a bit.”

Shortly after the introductions, Taylor realized that the kid was not going to be a problem.

“He piped one right down the first fairway, probably 200 yards.”

The lad maintained that level of play through the first four holes.

“If you’re familiar with the Canyon, the fifth hole is a long par 4, uphill. The dad and I had hit our tee shots to about the same place, so I initiated a conversation with him walking up the fairway.”

Taylor told the man how impressed he was with his son.

“The father told me they were from Southern California and his son was going to be a professional golfer,” wrote Taylor.

The boy had just played in a junior tournament in Seattle. The family was taking a meandering route back to California, stopping at various golf courses along the way.

The man’s name was Earl. His son shot about an 80 that day, Taylor recalled.

“Turns out my friend and I were playing with Tiger Woods and his father.”

Of course, that didn’t really mean much at the time. But in the years to follow, it would.

“Today’s Slice question: Who is the toughest person in the Inland Northwest?