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On my wife’s birthday, I gifted her a DVD of Titanic. A sweet, nostalgic gesture. Our three-year-old son Max saw the cover, tilted his head, and asked,
Without thinking, I replied,
“No—that one’s just for grown-ups.”
Later that day, his teacher pulled me aside, barely containing her laughter.
“Max spent the morning telling everyone, ‘Mommy and Daddy watch Titanic alone at night, because it’s for grown-ups only.’”
At home, I confirmed it was indeed the movie about the ship—Leonardo DiCaprio, iceberg, heartbreak. My wife burst out laughing, nearly falling off the couch. That innocent misunderstanding became our favorite icebreaker.
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