Leave Your Degree at the Door

I worked and slaved for three years for my law degree. Somewhere along the line, I began to think that what I had to say was intelligent and important. But, while delivering a particularly stirring lecture to my three-year old son, I realized my delusion. Part way through lecturing him, he looked at me in frustration and said, "Daddy, can you please stop talking."

I think what he was saying in his three-year old way was, "Dad, I really appreciate what you have to say, but I just need you to listen first (and it wouldn't hurt if you stopped repeating yourself)."