I arrived at the school today, as usual, 5 minutes late (okay 10 minutes). My son appreciates my tardiness. It allows him more time with friends. I spot him and his small frame. The other second graders are growing up and out. Finally, he acknowledges my silver Taurus.
He opens the back door. "Oh, you can ride in the front," I say to him. I appreciate our face-to-face time. "How was school today?" He replies, "Good." A common answer that awaits my routine response. "What made it good?"
With a sigh, "Do you have to ask me that everytime?"
Mocking his sigh, "Yes, so what made it good."