Saturday, April 6, 2013

F is for Fair



     “It’s not fair,” my daughter said with her hands on her hips.

     That’s right, dear. Life isn’t all sunshine and roses. Do you think it’s fair that I have to go to work every day and pretend I don’t see Mr. Jenkins looking down my shirt? Or that even though we’ve lived here for five years the neighbor’s dogs still bark incessantly every time I go out the front door? Or better yet- is it fair that I eat grape nuts and tofu and can’t lose a pound and your father cuts out his nightly Ben and Jerry’s and drops five in a week? Life isn’t fair, honey. Get used to it.

     I look down at her and hold back my smile. “What happened?” I ask.