When my kids went back to school earlier this week they had quite a story to tell. As their teachers went through the usual drill, “What did you do over your Spring vacation?" they could report they'd come with me on one of my trips: to Munich, Germany. I know! Lucky kids. But the story here isn’t really our crazy, last-minute, one-day-in-Munich vacation, it’s the reaction a couple of teachers had when one of my sons told them his mother was the pilot of his flight.
“No! She was not!” and a dismissive, Don’t tell stories, wave of the hand. This was the response from two different teachers. When he told us about it at dinner on Monday, I had to whack the calendar a couple of times to make sure some time machine hadn’t unwittingly thrown us back to 1945.
Really? I mean, what could inspire such disbelief? Are there kids out there that routinely make up tall tales? (Cue the Jon Lovitz impersonator now: “Uh, yeah, we went to Disney World, see. Yeah, that’s it. And my mom, she’s Cinderella, you know. That’s right.”)
Is it harder to believe a mom could fly the plane than it is that a family would go to Germany over Spring Break for just one day?
Apparently for some people, it is. And to me, that’s crazier than an impromptu trip to Germany.
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