My younger son, so tormented by a conscience that belies his five years, asked me: "Did I just tell you to shut up?"
I looked at him quizzically. "No..."
"Did I call you 'Stupid Mommy' ?"
"No ... "
"Oh," he responded. "Well, I was thinking that."
Transparency is such a gift. In my kindergartner, his built-in truth serum offers me a window to his most primal urges and ongoing moral conflict.
Transparency abounds this election season. Minnesota voters have been gifted with a kind of clarity that we once deemed implausible because politicians typically are too savvy or too well coached.
This gift has arrived in the form of Matt Birk, who tells us exactly who he is, every time he opens his mouth.