Parenting fact: one-on-one time with kids is where all of the good dialogue happens.
1977 Cadillac Sedan Deville from The Hartford Guy on Flickr
When I was in high school, my dad was well aware of this fact. I think that’s why he’d bribe me with rides to school in his 1978 Cadillac DeVille (or “the boat” as we called it in the family). Even today I can still hear the “thunk” of the automatic door locks engaging as dad backed this giant, baby-blue, swank sedan out of the driveway.
That “thunk” nearly always triggered teenage-cheek-flush and upper-lip-sweat as I realized I was trapped in the car with dad. On the surface it was a luxury ride, but in reality I was merely being held for uninterrupted questioning.
My 15-year-old brain swirled with thoughts of outsmarting him:
“Crap, it’s just dad and me, no one else to distract him or run interference, he can talk about anything he wants. I can’t escape, I have to answer his questions. Maybe if I just look out the window and feign boredom, he won’t try to talk to me.”
But my sweaty, flushed flight response of my lizard brain knew better.
He always asked questions. So many questions. And I eventually had to answer. Continue reading
