My Six-Year-Old Daughter Finally Gets Her Turn to Come to Work with Me

I took C. to work with me today. Unlike her older sisters, she actually listened to at least part of my lecture. (Her sisters are well-practiced at ignoring me. They do it all the time at home.)

Me, to the class: "FDR and his brain trust had three main objectives in launching the New Deal---"

C.: "Dad, what's an 'objective'"?

<Students giggle>

I explain. Then C. asks another question.

Me: "Remember how you're not supposed to interrupt me in the middle of class? Can you just write down your questions and save them for later?"

C.: "Okay."

I turn back to the class and keep on talking about the New Deal.

A little while later, C. rushes over to me mid-lecture to show me a piece of paper with an indecipherable question scrawled on it.

Uh, by "later" I meant after class, dear daughter.