You Can’t Control the World…
Summary: My daughter figures out one of life’s most important lessons at age seven.
So we’re driving around, which for some reason is when our most interesting conversations take place, when she has a most profound moment.
“You can’t make time. You can make cookies. You can make brownies. But you can’t make time. At dinner you can’t just make three more hours so there is more time to play before bedtime. You just can’t control the world.”
I’m not shitting you. She really said that. No segue or anything.