A true story, which I’m saving here for posterity. My wife, daughter Talia and I were on our way to Friendly’s last night for a weekend dinner out. As we’re driving, Talia pipes up from the back seat with, “Mommy, I want to sit next to you at the restaurant. I don’t want to sit next to daddy. I don’t like daddy’s jokes.” Talia is three.

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