I do not have enough time to write about what happened . . . but could not resist jotting down this little nugget:
Day 12 of our amazing journey, and the Professor and the Jester have their very first little squabble - it goes something like this:
Prof: Dude, we're stopping, so you should go use the bathroom.
Jest: You're not my dad - you can't tell me what to do. (first time he has even thought to say this)
Prof: You're right, I am not your dad, but you are still going to have to go use the bathroom.
Jest: No, I don't think so - my mom would not make me.
Prof: OK - then we'll ask her when she gets here.
Jest: Fine, I'll go.
We had a little discussion about different adults that their parents sometimes entrust them with - and that the professor is one of those adults - like an uncle or a babysitter or a teacher. Sometimes there are people in life who do have some authority over us - even if they are not our parents.
The conversation ends like this:
Prof: Look, I am not trying to be your dad. You have a great dad, and I could never be as cool as he is. But hopefully, I can be like a bonus - like you can have your dad, and your uncles, and your rick.
Jest: Yeah - I mean I love you and stuff, but maybe you should try to be more like our dad.
Prof: What do you mean?
Jest: You know, like buy us stuff whenever you see us, and let us watch movies and eat candy all day.
NICE>
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If you and the Prof ever need to chat about the "you're not my dad" issues, I've been living that one for 21 years. My situation, like yours, has an awesome parent on the other end. Every now and then, no matter how much reassurance that "I'm not ever going to try to be your mom", something happens to set that territorial alarm off.
I could show the prof a few things about the good kinds of candy.
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