My father-in-law scratched his chin. “You tell that to your Amazon students’ parents?”
“The ones smart enough to listen.”
Bert laughed. Really laughed. I’m sure this is hyperbole, but I genuinely can’t remember any other time before when I’d heard the old man laugh. He actually seemed impressed with me. He put the training pants in the cart and we kept shopping.
“Why are you asking me for tips?” I asked as we rolled out of the baby aisle and into the frozen food section. “You did a good enough job with Catherine. I can’t vouch for Michelle, but Catherine’s potty trained.” I grinned like an idiot.
