Last night right before bed I asked Susan how Mason had done riding his new bicycle. As she told me, she began to get choked up.

“At first, he needed my help,” she said. “But as he began peddling faster, he started pulling away from me. He didn’t need my help anymore,” she said, as tears began streaming down her face. “It was kind of like a metaphor for life.”

As I looked down I noticed I had just bitten the head off of a Gingerbread Man cookie. I contemplated whether or not that was a metaphor for life too, but then I decided that no, I was just eating a cookie.

Girls are complicated.