So what happens when my kid knocks a new jar of pesto out of the cupboard? Well, aside from a huge CRASH!!!, I find out that I do take work home with me. It's not as bad as it sounds. I'm actually quite disciplined about not taking my work home with me. But as we're cleaning up the shardy, basily, olive oily, pine nutty, parmesan cheesy mess, my kid says, "You missed a piece of glass over here...oh, wait, it's just glitter. Must be from your work."
Yup, sure 'nuf. While I don't bring paperwork home from my job, I absolutely, positively do bring sparkly bits into the house now and then.