I picked up the girls after a play date at their friends’ house. Camille was particular upset about a cell phone of all things. She cried practically the whole way home.
But she managed to ask during the trip:
“Daddy, do you have to be rich to be home schooled?”
“No, darlin’. But you have to make quite a few sacrifices to do it,” I told her.
Pause.
“What made you ask about home schooling?” I asked her.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you want to be home schooled?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Honey, you’re going to miss your friends,” I said.
“I don’t care.”
“I don’t think so.”
She forgot all about it after ice cream.
