Then we had lunch, and talked about arguments.
The girls were saying that they liked bickering. They enjoy those fast-paced arguments over whether Android or iPhone is better.
Not I. I like a lively discussion about something so abstract that there is clearly no right answer. The nature of altruism, for example.
#1 daughter was right on that. “I’m not altruistic,” she said, “and I’m not sure that anyone is.” She brought out a number of salient points, but she also seemed to be contradicting herself.
“But there,” I objected, “you’re describing actions that are altruistic.”
She pointed a finger at me and fixed me with a gaze that said, “this clinches it!” I waited with bated breath for the laser-like response that was clearly on its way.
“That,” she said triumphantly, “is because I don’t know what that word means!”
That was the end of that argument, of course.