“Pinkerton” mad genius joins us for another look into the mind of the teenage girl. Quite frankly, as the father of 6 and 3 year old girls, his writing both makes me laugh and terrifies me. Deeply.
I envision that my daughter will grow up to be a very successful lawyer (or a swindler). Believe me, it’s not one of those parent-induced dreams where I’m hoping for my child’s greatness.
No, I actually think she’d be good at it.
This kid could argue her way out of a North Korean prison. She makes sense in her arguments. She usually has a point. And every once in a while, she can navigate things in such a manner as to make me feel like a complete dipshit. These are the instances where I usually end the argument in one of those traditional father responses that echo thru the eternities of fathers everywhere:
Because I said so! Because I’m the boss! Because I don’t wanna get arrested for child abuse. Etc.