I nearly fell off my chair from laughing. I pictured her wrapped in a blanket as if she’d survived some global catastrophe.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the background.

— Who are you talking to? — I heard my husband’s voice.

— No one! — she blurted out quickly and hung up.

After such a dramatic finale, I had no choice but to drive home and “rescue” my poor daughter… from broccoli, a bath, and going to bed early.

Sometimes I think she has real acting talent. And sometimes — that she simply inherited my sense of drama.

But I’ll admit: I drove home with a huge smile on my face.