In the past three days, I have been described in the following terms: When my wife and daughter pulled into the driveway last night to pick me up for dinner, Clara said:
“Daddy is big. He's a man. He cuddles me. He turns on the TV.”
On the way to The Moth event on Monday night, one of my friends said:
“Your personality has a chilling effect on honesty.”
Yesterday one of my students said:
“I think you’re one of my best teachers ever, Mr. Dicks, but I will never understand you."
"I don’t think anyone understands you.”
Clara was kind, at least.