One day, my daughter asked me to drop her off a block from school. At first, I assumed it was a phase. Then I overheard her on the phone, saying, “My father drives this embarrassing old automobile. I don’t want anyone to see it. Her words hurt.

The next day, instead of stopping a block away, I drove straight up to the front gate. “Sweetheart! Don’t forget your lunch! “Daddy loves you!” I called out. Her face got very crimson.

That night, she complained, “Dad, that was so humiliating!” I raised an eyebrow, “So is calling your hardworking father’s car embarrassing.” She has not requested me to drop her off a block away since.