You try to guard against swearing gratuitously, you don't let her catch you saying you "hate" a person, you try to make her feel she's growing up in an orderly society, and then ….
Driving 6.5-year-old Scout home from day camp yesterday, I'm talking to Cristie on the cell phone, which is illegal in Chicago.
A police car pulls up beside us.
"Oh, there's a pig, I gotta go," I say, snapping the phone shut.
"Where's a pig, dad?"
POSTSCRIPT:
On the way to camp today, Scout complains that at yesterday’s camp, the kids had most of the morning to kill before a trip to a water park.
“What did you do to pass the time?” I ask.
“I dunno,” she says. “Played leapfrog.”
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