Children expect their parents to know where everything is. Yet they're amazed when we usually do.
This week my daughter Rosalind asked me to locate an object she herself last used: her favorite scissors.
After playing some after-dinner Minecraft in her room, Rosalind wanted to continue the gift-wrapping project. But she couldn’t find her scissors. She called on Papa for assistance.
I summoned Rosalind to my side, and pointed across the dining room table with my best Ghost-of-Christmas-Future finger extension. (The dramatic gesture was wasted, of course. My Drama Queen daughter Eleanor was away at a sleepover.)
Papa: “That’s the first place I’d look.”
Rosalind: “That’s the last place I’d look.”