Sign

Whenever I am asked to sign something by my kids, I always give the document at least a cursory review. I mean, I’ve never been presented something that I shouldn’t sign, like a new allowance contract or chore exemption certificate, but I figure that I should always at least look at whatever it is. (And as a personal policy, the more rushed the request is, the more careful my review.)

Tonight Erika brought a sheet to me and pointed to the “parental signature” line.

As I reached for a pen I started to review the sheet. I asked, “What am I signing?”

She said, “Your name.”  Then she looked at me strangely.