I can hear my daughter, Ali’s, laughter from the bathroom. Her mom is giving her a bath before bedtime while I grab a bite to eat before I go to work. My wife, Bekah, always get on me about keeping our daughter on a routine, especially now that Ali is in school. Some days, are easier than others, but Bekah usually keeps it together somehow. Unfortunately, our daughter is a master at breaking that routine and will do anything to do so. I take a bite out of my sandwich as Bekah walks in. “She’s behaving. I don’t trust it,” she says with an eyebrow raised. “I wouldn’t either. After all, she is related to you and me.” I laugh at the face my wife makes at me. She won’t argue it. She knows it’s true. Our daughter takes after us. We married young.
