We Are All Teachers

We are all teachers all the time especially when we are around young minds. I learned that a number of years ago when my daughter was three. One morning, I planned on walking to the cleaners, which was just a block away. But when I reached the back porch, I saw that it was raining. My wife’s car was in the driveway, so I though I’d borrow it.

But I must have lost my mind momentarily, because I did not ask her permission first. I just presumed she wasn’t going anywhere in the next seventy-five seconds.

Sure enough, when I pulled back into the driveway, there was my wife standing on the back porch. Her arms were folded, and her foot was tapping. My three-year-old daughter was standing next to her. Her arms were folded. Her foot was tapping. As I got out of the car, my daughter said to me, “Daddy, did it ever occur to you to take your own damn car?”