“Dad, what is Campus Torturing Center?”
“No, honey, not TORTURING. That’s the Campus TUTORING Center.”
“What’s the difference?”
(pause)
“You know… I can’t think of any.”
“Dad, what is Campus Torturing Center?”
“No, honey, not TORTURING. That’s the Campus TUTORING Center.”
“What’s the difference?”
(pause)
“You know… I can’t think of any.”
Parenting is standing at the front door during a night storm, tiny scared girl on your hip, calmly teaching her to count the gap between the lightning and the thunder, just like your dad taught you a million years ago. The hardest part is pretending you’re not still a little afraid of the lightning yourself.
Me: “It’s just you and me for dinner. Let’s go to BW3s.”
LMT: “No way. I hate BW3s. No way. No way. I hate bw3s. What is BW3s?”
Me: “They have chicken fingers and cheese fries and corn dogs. You’ll love it.”
LMT: “No way. I hate BW3s.”
Me: “They give you little tablets and you can play games the whole time.”
LMT: “I love BW3s!”