Apparently I have a bad side. Sure, I knew that I have bad mood days, but over all I try to be mostly pleasant.

I leave the car for two minutes to ask for directions, and my daughter takes advantage of my absence to quiz Ken on why and what exactly he likes about me so much. Like the good man he is, he explained to her that he loves everything about me. This wasn’t good enough because she wanted specific information. He explained that I take care of people and that I’m nice and anything else he could think of at the moment to satisfy her curiosity. Then she asked him… “What about her bad side?” Taking the opportunity to enjoy her unique perspective, he asked her “Your mother has a bad side? What is her bad side?” With a tone only a very serious 10 year old can muster informed him bravely and sternly, “Yes, it’s her left side.”

I had no idea, but I’m going to make sure I tilt my head sightly to the left from now on so I can show the world my good side.