Your Tax Dollars work

So I was looking for a form the other day at work and ran across this. The title of the form really says it all.

Form

On another note, the other night when Jo and the boys came back from their trip to Bear River City, they came to visit me at the "Holiday Inn Express hotel and suites in scenic Vernal, Utah." Anyway, we put out fresh baked cookies, hot chocolate and coffee every evening. So of course the first thing Corbin does when he comes in is go straight to the cookies, what do you expect, he's three. After that he comes around the desk to give me a hug (he's got his priorities, I understand). I put him down and start talking to JoLynn. After a couple of minutes I wonder where Corbin has gone. I look around the corner to see him examining one of the heavy ceramic mugs we put out. Matter-of-factly he states that he's thirsty and then proceeds to pump himself a cup of coffee, like he'd been doing it all his life. He didn't spill and drop and I'm sure he would've have taken a drink (apparently he likes his coffee black) if I hadn't rushed over and stopped him. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm scared of what coffee would do to Corbin.