The best talks I have with my daughters usually happen when we’re driving to school. They’re riled-up for a new day and I’m groggy from coffee-depletion so I tend to reveal things to them that I shouldn’t.
It happened this morning when Emma told me about her friend who has been prank-calling people and claiming to be “Mr. Dinkleberry.” She giggled furiously at the name but I rolled my eyes.
“Emma, if you want to know about prank calls, I’ll TELL you about prank calls,” I said.
See, I saw myself as Prank-Call-MASTER when I was young and would spend entire weekends working the phones with my accomplice, Tamela. Continue reading →