I am marking this date in my calendar: September 26, 2018. About 7:40 a.m. The first time that my daughter has sped up to walk ahead of me and said, “I’m pretending I’m not with you.”
We were walking up the hill to the car, because last night, getting home late from a board meeting, I couldn’t find any place to park on our block. And I had forgotten this point when making the decision not to get dressed before driving her to school, so I was walking up the hill in my pajamas. They are green, with little polar bears all over them. To be perfectly honest, I was pretending I wasn’t with me too.