the wisdom of three year olds
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.06.21
Tonight at the dinner table I related a story to Mari about a sequence of events at the office that was so predictable a three year old could see it coming. Which, in fact, is what happened. As I giddily told a tale of reversals, cop-outs, and delays, The Boy suddenly yelled, "stop, daddy!" So I stopped.