Last night we took my wife out for dinner for her birthday. In the middle of the meal I said, “I have an idea. Let’s each tell Mom some of the things we love the most about her.”

So my daughter’s hand immediately shoots up and I said, “Yes Marissa?”

And she asks, “Can I tell Mommy some of the things I want her to change about herself?!?”


And, if you’re into the Myers Briggs personality type stuff, that’s a classic picture of what a true “T” looks like.

And, in case you’re wondering, yes, Marissa was allowed to air her grievances and, no, the list was not short.