Putting the girls to sleep, Kathleen is complaining about her knee, which she banged into the couch earlier.
Kathleen: “Dad, you need to get me a band-aid.”
Me: “A band aid won’t help”
Kathleen: “Then what will?”
Me: “Time. You know, Ben Franklin once wrote ‘Time is an herb that cures all diseases.'”
Kathleen: “No. Time is a thief that steals all your loved ones.'”
Me: “Good Lord little girl!?!?!?”
Where was it that I was supposed to have learned how to deal with moments like this?