My kids get me. At least the one's I am still raising ... Seven year old and three year old daughters. A couple of my older kids, not so sure anymore.
Late yesterday afternoon, as light fell and darkness filled the car on our way home from a hike and dinner, they started a conversation about Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, and who the dad was. My three year old said ... "Potts, he is the dad."
I spoke from the front seat ... "Good ol' Caractacus Potts ... he was the dad, the crazy inventor."
My seven year old then spoke ... "Just like my dad, the inventor of Love."
Moments like that ...
