So my daughter looks at me from the rear view mirror and announces that emotional and mental inflexiblity is a sign of mental illness--like Hitler or Mousolini. "What do you mean?" I ask interested in avoiding mental illness at all cost. "Well, we never eat french fries for example" she says as we're driving by Ripples. "Watch this!" I said as I flip a U turn to the drive up window. So for dinner Mommy gave her babies onion rings, french fries, and a pineapple rasberry shake. My kids just laughed and laughed from the back seat. When I asked how come they were laughing. My son, shiny eyed and a mouth full of french fries looks right at me and says: "Sucker." "Yeah?" I said "I just tricked you into thinking I'm sane."
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