Isaac is standing at my hip as I make omelets. He’s giving advice. “Dad,” he says, “if you have to sneeze when you’re cooking, turn your head.”
I suppose that’s helpful, but I can’t help but be a little offended that he thinks I need to hear this.
Isaac is standing at my hip as I make omelets. He’s giving advice. “Dad,” he says, “if you have to sneeze when you’re cooking, turn your head.”
I suppose that’s helpful, but I can’t help but be a little offended that he thinks I need to hear this.