Back when I had a life and a career, I was in charge of a temp who was a good worker. Unfortunately, this worker also liked to pad his time sheet and forge my signature on it. Naturally, when I found out, I fired him. It was a sad affair, with the guy apologizing profusely to me, saying he did it cause he needed the money.

Fast forward 13 years and it seems my initials have struck again, only this time on a 6th grade science quiz that was a “D”. Upon discovery of this, I got really angry. Even more angrier then at the temp who bilked our agency out of thousands of OT hours. Because this time, the betrayal was from someone I love.

I have always told my daughter that if she brings me the bad news first, I will not get angry. If she hides it from me and I find out, I’m gonna explode. She did not follow that rule this time, and I exploded.

My husband thought I was being “harsh” because, and I quote “She said she thought the way you wrote your initials was so cool, was only seeing if she could write the way you do herself…she meant no harm…”

Um, yeah, and it just so happens that the paper she chose to practice it on was her poorly taken quiz? I told my husband, that if that was the way it was going to go for the next 7 years, that he was in trouble. “Daddy, I only took your car and wrecked it into that other car cause I thought the way you wreck cars is SO cool…”