One side effect of being a parent is that I sometimes find myself seeing the world through the eyes of my children, even when they’re not with me. The shift in perspective can be instructive.
Last weekend, as I was heading out the door to catch an evening of boxing at a local nightclub, my older daughter called after me, “Make sure all the fights are fair for everybody.” She said this in the voice of her number-one stuffed bear, a sweet lisping coward who thinks he’s terribly fierce. The bear, who used to talk a lot when my daughter was younger, has mostly fallen silent in recent years. But she still occasionally resurrects his voice, especially to express a sentiment she regards as too babyish to comport with her tween worldliness.