Mr. Science and the Prodigal have gone for a walk.
Other than being modestly miffed that, after only two days, my friend has been more successful in persuading my son to join him for a stroll than I have been in the past two weeks, I am happy about the prospect of the Prodigal voluntarily spending some time in the company of an altogether admirable sort of adult.
In addition, their perambulation provides me the opportunity to publish my planned blog entry of the day (see The Good News Is That 80% Of The Time The Doctor Is Right) and to note that Mr. Science’s male offspring, Son of Science, and his wife of five months, Eager Teacher,1 proved delightful visitors to Heck Of A House last night.
I was, however, disconcerted to discover that not only is Eager Teacher, who just began her student teaching yesterday, truly eager to teach, but Son of Science, despite warnings and admonitions from his parents, both of whom recently retired from teaching, professes a wish to enter the field.
Mr. Science and I have spent the day attempting to determine where he went wrong as a father.
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