I came home from Mark's home school swim program (at the swanky new aquatic center in Snohomish) and the big kids were home. I had to do a few more errands and I told Emma I wanted her to come with me.
This is going to shock you but she didn't want to come with me.
I guaranteed a trip through the Taco Bell drive thru (Happy Hour, you know) and I told her I wanted to talk to her.
We got in the van and she said, "OK, so talk."
So I did. And she did. I got her Taco Bell and at the grocery store she recommended a Caesar salad to go with dinner. She spoke to me in French and I didn't understand a word of it. We talked about our dreams--sleeping and real life. I told her about a story I'm writing and she told me about her classes at school.
In her debate in English, her team debated a flat tax, her opponents debated a progressive tax. The opponents compared themselves to Robin Hood and Little John. In her debate Emma said to her opponents that comparing themselves to a talking fox and a bear didn't exactly lend credibility to their argument.
Emma is on the short list of the very best things that ever happened to me.