“I’m finished, Daddy!” she gushed, with so much glee that I almost missed what she’d said. “What you say, Bean?” “I said I’m finished, Daddy—I’m ready to go home.” “Well, yeah, you’re finished for a few days, sweetie, but really you just started. You have a few more weeks to go,” I said in the standard parental not-taking-my-kid-seriously tone. “No, no, Daddy, I’m finished.”
