Yesterday, while shooting some additional film footage with our director-of-photography, Jeff, I launched into a sudden “that reminds me of the time when” narrative (something I limit myself to doing no more than once every five minutes).
At that moment, my young adult daughter Amanda, who is also a member of the film crew, arrived with a tripod, set it down, and rolled her eyes at me–affectionately, of course (or so I choose to believe).
I defended myself against her eyebrowed commentary: “Hey, that story wasn’t just out of nowhere. I was responding to something Jeff said.”
Amanda patted my shoulder and replied, “Good for you, honey! You had what’s called a ‘conversation.'”
I’ve been teaching my children to banter since the day they were born. And they, in turn, have taught me many things. But of late I’ve noticed a dramatic escalation in the quality of their sarcasm. And I couldn’t be prouder. Don’t you just glow when your kids surpass you in something?
Which reminds me of the time when…