It was my now 14 year old son's first day of first grade. We decided as parents that it'd be a good idea to drive him into school given that it was a new school and experience. I was driving our rusty, old 1990 Ford Taurus, my wife in the passenger seat, my son in the backseat wearing his new school clothes holding onto his backpack. Traveling west on County E halfway between our house and where you turn off onto Hwy. 63 a voice from the backseat breaks the silence as we passed through the red pine plantations.
"What do you think I'm going to learn in school today?"
Without pause I answer, "You're going to learn how to sit still in a desk for long periods of time and watch the clock."
Years later I still find myself wondering if I should've or shouldn't have been so direct and honest.