As I was discussing the whole Chronicle and teachers union thing with my wife this afternoon, and pointing out where she could find the will, I realized my middle school son was listening.
When the conversation started winding down, he walked over, looked me squarely in the eyes with an exasperated look on his face and said, “Who did you piss off this time?”
Why does that infamous mother’s curse – may you have a child just like you – suddenly come to mind?
