People sometimes ask me who Olivia takes after more, me or Tiffany. The truth is that in most ways she’s very much her own person, but every now and then, you see an indelible glimpse of one of us on her character. Her nascent musical taste is one such place, but I got an even better illustration yesterday afternoon as we were planning to head out to the Children’s Museum. The following conversation took place as Olivia and I were walking down the stairs in our house:
Olivia: Daddy! I did what you told me to do.
Me: That’s very good, Olivia, doing what Daddy told you to do. (pause) What did I tell you to do?
Olivia: I don’t remember.
That’s my girl.