I don’t know how I expected this seminal conversation with my daughter to go, but I know it wasn’t like this
I don’t know how I expected this seminal conversation with my daughter to go, but I know it wasn’t like this.
For a start I was, if not hungover then at least very tired. I’d been to a poker night the previous evening. It wasn’t wild – I’m a father of two in my 40s, after all – but it was far enough removed from my usual collapsing onto the couch that I was not exactly chipper on this rainy Saturday morning. My wife didn’t summon much sympathy, though, as she kissed me goodbye and headed off on her girls night away.
