Tonight we went to a picnic for my daughter’s “team” at middle school. The school breaks the class down into three teams – red, white, and blue – to divide up their teachers. My wife warned me beforehand not to do anything to embarrass her. I pointed out that since she is 13, my mere existence is an embarrassment to her.
Towards the end of the picnic, my wife made her wave to a couple of the teachers to let them know she is our daughter. As we drove away, I asked if I had done anything to embarrass her. The answer was no. I then asked if her mother had embarrassed her by making her wave. The answer was yes. For once I’m ahead.
