Driving My Daughter Back to Her Dad's

Summary

On the drive back from picking my daughter up from her dad's house, she suddenly spoke up.

"Mom, you're actually pretty calculating. You dump me there as soon as break starts, and then drag me back the second school begins."

I shot her a bewildered look, not understanding why she'd say something like that.

My daughter continued, "It’s just like when I was a toddler and the hardest to deal with—you bailed. Then, when I got older and easier to manage, you fought tooth and nail to take me back. You always make sure you get the best end of the deal."