I was in the next room and heard H.o.p. questioning Marty endlessly on something and heard also a note of exasperation entering Marty’s weary voice.
Then…
Marty: How many times have I told you the answer? Why do you keep asking me that?
H.o.p. (with a laconic touch of extremely dry nonchalant humor in his voice): Just testing you.
I’m a bad parent. I laughed out loud, and went in and told him I was proud of him and high-fived him.
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