A man went to the store with his 3-year-old daughter. Since he was just there to grab some essentials like milk and bread, he opted to save some time by not pushing a cart around the store.
“That’s not the way Mommy does it,” his daughter informed him.
“I know, dear, but Daddy’s way is OK, too,” he replied.
Leaving the store in the rain and without a cart, he carried the bag of groceries, his daughter, and the milk quickly to the car. Not wanting to set anything down on the wet ground, he set the jug of milk on top of the car, efficiently whisked open the car door with his now free hand, scooted the groceries in and set his daughter into the car seat in one swift motion. Then he hopped in himself.
“That’s not the way Mommy does it,” his daughter informed him again.
“Honey, there’s more than one way to do things,” he replied patiently. “Daddy’s way is OK, too.”
As they pulled out and headed down the street, he became aware of the scraping sound on the roof as the jug of milk slid down the length of the rooftop, bounced off the trunk of the car and splattered to the ground, sending a froth of white milk in every direction.
In the millisecond he took to process his mistake, his young daughter looked at him, and in a most serious voice said, “That’s NOT the way Mommy does it.”