It’s Veterans Day. Salute to the Women and Men of our Armed Forces, protecting this land of opportunity.
Speaking of opportunity, my (occasionally) delightful daughter Isabella (she’s 9) has a special Holiday schedule gymnastics workout this morning. At 9:30. On her day off from school.
She’s being a Grumpenstein. Her hip hurts, her knees hurt, her shoulders hurt. Deal with it. I say, welcome to life. There’s no real injury. And, admittedly, bullying is wrong. But, Jesus, grow up. Life, honey, Life… (Is that my out loud voice?) Shit.
You have no idea what it takes to defend our country. People die. Lots of people die. So, we honor the people who protect your right to go to gymnastics on a beautiful Friday morning in November.
Isabella: Can I have Lucky Charms?
Me: You’ve had them every single day since you were born. And today, we honor them.