Your Children Are Not Your Children
One Thing I Hope You Learned from Your Parents
When my son was five and my daughter three, we arrived at my son’s best friend’s birthday party only to bump into Coco the Clown schlepping his clown kit down the driveway.
“Are you done?” the kids’ mother asked.
“Yes,” Coco replied, “the show ended a few minutes ago.”
We were late. The kids didn’t seem to mind too much—clowns were meh to my son and substandard Disney princesses to my daughter.
Their mom reached into her purse.
“If I give you this”—she held out a couple of $20 bills—“can you stay for another thirty minutes for my kids?”
“Er, sure,” said Coco.
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