Overheard this morning in the Tobak household:

“Will you be disappointed if I fail this sommelier exam?”

“Don’t be silly. You know I’m proud of you no matter what.”

“Thanks. Why weren’t you this supportive when we were younger?”

“Because I was too busy building my own career so we could have a good life.”

“You know that’s just an excuse. You could have done both.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t.”

“Why is that?”

“I don’t know. It’s a mystery.”


“Don’t ask ‘why;’ it’s an overrated question. It just happened.”

“Guess I can just divorce you and take half of your ‘good life’ instead.”

“‘Why’ is good.”

“So, why?”

“Because I was a selfish dickhead back then. You changed me.”

“Why did it have to take so damn long?”

“’Why’ again?”

“Would you rather I just …”

“OK, OK. Please stop saying that. I was a jerk, alright? Still am. It’s a work in progress. Maybe I’ll be a good person by the time I’m dead. The good news is, you probably don’t have long to wait.”

“I should be so lucky.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“Sorry. I can make dinner tonight if you have to study.”

“That would be great; thanks.”

“Love you baby.”

“Love you too.”

Sometimes, “why” is a loaded question. I’d say “don’t take the bait,” but you see how well that works. Whatever happens, just apologize, volunteer to do some chores and let it go. That should do it. If not, you’re on your own. Good luck with that.

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