Stepping into the hallway tonight, I took the handoff of The Girl from The Wife and headed to the water cooler to chase away the potato-chip-induced thirst from dinner. Three full glasses (one-handed!). And after each one, I glanced down to see my beautiful daughter looking up at me with the most mirthful smile on her face. She’d stare into my eyes for a few seconds before teasingly averting her eyes.
A minute later, as if to say, ‘hey, you’re not my mother!,’ she started in with her stiff-backed screaming.