New Hire

Transcriber's Note:
This etext was produced from the September 1953 issue of Galaxy Science Fiction. Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.
Very admirable rule: Never do tomorrow what you can put off until after the age of forty!
ne thing about an electronic awakener: no matter how elaborate its hookup, melodious its music, and important its announced reminders, when it goes on in the morning you can always turn it off again. Boswell W. Budge always did exactly that.
But there's no turning off one's kids, and thus, on the most important morning of his life, February 30, 2054, Bozzy arose, much against his will, promptly at 0800.
His Sophie, eight and ladylike, merely shook the bed with a disdainful gesture. But Howard, six, masculine, and athletic, climbed right up and sat on Bozzy's stomach. Baby Ralph, of the golden smile, gave Bozzy a big kiss, and Bozzy thus shared the gold, which was egg.
Did your mother send you in here? Bozzy demanded, gazing suspiciously around with one eye open.
We came because we love you, Sophie answered.
That opened Bozzy's other eye. Thank you, dear, he said. You're very sweet or very clever. Now if you'll coax Howard off my stomach—
I don't have to be coaxed, Howard announced, sliding to the floor with all the covers. From now on, you just order me, Daddy. Because you'll be a Senior Citizen tomorrow.
Bozzy didn't want to think of that just then. Tell your mother I'm up, he said. And get out so I can bathe and dress.
Sophie minced, Howard ran, Ralph toddled.