Two of my kids are taking PSATs this week. So, as usual, we’re rushing off to school when one of them says, “Oh, wait, I need a pencil.”
I throw my hands up in the air. “STOP EVERYTHING!” I yell. “WAIT!”
“Say that again,” I tell her.
“I need a pencil,” she says.
“2b or not 2b?” I ask. “Come on! How often does that come up organically?????”
My children give me the, “….seriously?” look. My wife for not the first time that day tries to remind herself why she married me.
Hey, it’s the little things.