Carolyn (doing a really cool dance move): Hey Dad, if I ever have to play an awkward nerd trying to act really cool, *this* is how I will dance. Me: Oh.
Sounds like a typical grad school seminar.
He says “My piano teacher told me not to play it this fast. But I don’t really care, because I am having too much fun.”
I begin a class on “Bartleby the Scrivener”: “Maybe I should do what Bartleby does. Maybe instead of teaching this class, I should protest an impersonal environment, and calmly decline to do what society expects of me. But I don’t have the guts to do that. Okay, who’d like to start the discussion?”
Scene: I am driving my teenagers to an audition.
Girl: Peter, did you leave your sideburns?
Boy: I didn’t shave at all.
Me: Good. A beard is appropriate for this play.
Girl: Fiddler on the Roof is a *musical*.