I stayed out late the night before, eating fish fry and too much blackberry cobbler, so Little Sassy got to the morning paper before I did.
This time, instead of flipping straight to the funny pages, an item in the Sports section caught her eye.
“Pops,” she said, “what is geo-caching?”
Now I know that a daughter’s trust is not a thing to trifle with. I learned long ago that every reasonable question deserves a reasonable answer and so I was ready.
“Well honey, what would you like it to be?”