What Waffle Destroyed this Week

Newsletter 2019-03-25

As soon as I stepped through the front doors of the daycare, three women surrounded me. This wasn’t a group of teachers; it was a crisis management team.

“We need to talk,” their leader said.

This was the last thing I wanted to hear. Even my wife doesn’t say, “We need to talk,” probably because my incompetence has transcended the need for words. When I screw up, it’s abundantly clear what I did wrong and equally clear I’m not going to do any better in the future, no matter how long we talk about it. After a certain point in a relationship, you get what you get, no verbal exchange required. I don’t know if marriage gets better over time, but it definitely gets more efficient.

I warily eyed the daycare ladies. There was no way the daycare sent three people to tell me how amazing my three-year-old is. They don’t award a medal of valor in preschool, although there are probably some preschool teachers who deserve one, especially if they have Waffle in their class.

I glanced over at Waffle, who…