My wife has grown fond of pointing out the similarities in personality and disposition between my daughter and me. She recently stated:
“After being Clara’s mom, I realize how glad I am that I was not your teacher or mother.”
At a holiday party on Saturday night, I walked across the room to ask if she needed something to drink. She was speaking to someone I did not know.
“Oh,” he said, extending his hand for me to shake. “This must be your noncompliant husband.”
I’m beginning to wonder how I should feel about her newfound awareness.
