Zing!

Thursday.  6:14 pm

Rilla:  Dad, what's our balance?

Me:  What balance?

Rilla:  Our balance.

Me:  I don't know what you mean.

Rilla:  Yes you do.

Me:  No I don't.

Rilla:  I know what it is.

Me:  OK Rilla, what's our balance?

(pause followed by a big smile)

RIlla:  Your face.

The student has become the master.  You never forget your daughter's first "your face."  I'm so proud.

R