You Were The Best Of Kids, You Were The Worst Of Kids

(I am part of a group of volunteers that leads walks downtown explaining the history of our city. This happens after our most popular tour and my first time as a group leader. I’d led two groups, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Both went quite well.)

Me: “Not one person in either group had been on this tour before. So, I was definitely the best downtown tour-guide any of them had ever had!”

Daughter: *without missing a beat* “And the worst, mom.”

Me: “Thanks, kid.”