The brutal honesty of a child strikes again! Dad's fancy job title, expensive equipment, and gallons of caffeine ultimately producing... absolutely nothing tangible. That final answer—"Nothing"—hits harder than a production bug at 4:59pm on Friday.
Kids have this magical ability to strip away our professional pretenses. While we're busy convincing ourselves we're "architecting scalable solutions" and "implementing robust frameworks," they see right through it—just a tired person staring at screens, drinking tea, and occasionally shouting at inanimate objects.
The real product of a programmer's work? Existential crises and caffeine dependency.