My mom left corporate America to nurture me in an old-time, halcyon environment of baby swings and strolls through the park. Boy did things change in a hurry. First off, she was frustrated by the product selection when she went to outfit me and my room. Everything was so predictable…pink and frilly for girls, and cars and trains for boys. BOR-ING! Just because I’m a baby, doesn’t mean I don’t have taste.
Then she bounced the idea of starting a new company off my dad. My dad, a real kid at heart, gave her an enthusiastic two thumbs up. He immediately offered to be in charge of fun and games. His business philosophy has always been one part work, two parts fun. It’s no wonder he was the Villanova Wildcats’ mascot in college.
Anyway, I was secretly hoping for a more sophisticated look for my digs, so I pooped my pants when my mom decided to pursue her Sozo dream. Why Sozo? It’s a Japanese word that means creation and imagination. My mom is into yoga, and chose the name during one of her meditation sessions. She was standing on her head with her arms wrapped around her legs. She called it a breakthrough seminal moment. I call it pretzel logic.
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