Sometimes I ask my adult children questions and really fear the answers. There is something about that kind of suspense, I suppose. So I did it again this summer when we were all together.
“What was the worst thing I ever did as a parent?” I asked them.
They responded all too quickly. Worse than that, all three of them had the same answer.
“You sent us to that after-school program when all our friends were able to go home,” they declared almost in unison.