I swear, sometimes I think Megan was put on this earth just to humble me. If I ever have any doubt that I am funny, great-looking, profound etc. I just have to have a few moments with Megan and she brings me right back to reality. I exaggerate a bit on that point but I suppose anyone with a daughter older than three understands what I mean.
The other day, I was driving Megan and Jack to school and I can't remember how it came up but I was telling them a story about my brother...
Me: So this one time, Uncle Scott and I were at my Grammie's house. It must have been a holiday like Easter because we were dressed up. Uncle Scott saw a ketchup package on the ground and thought it would be a good idea to smash it with his foot. It splattered all over my Grammie's white pants.
Me: Yup. Grammie was not very happy with that. She was really mad-Come to think of it, I'm not sure I've ever seen her so mad.
Megan: Yeah, well she must have liked you a lot better than Uncle Scott after that, huh?
Me: Not really. She was just mad. Just because you get mad at someone doesn't mean you like them any less.
Then I decided this was an ideal teaching moment. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw Jack looking at me, and Megan peeking out the window.
Me: For instance, when either of you do something wrong to make me or Daddy mad, do you think it means we love you any less?
Jack: No! You always love us.
Me: That's right! We always love you no matter what. So if you ever get in a situation where you are in trouble and you are afraid to tell me or Daddy, you should always remember....
Megan (interrupting me, thick with sarcasm and enormous eye roll): Oh great- another speech. *sigh*