Yesterday I was in my living room complaining about a letter I got from my health club. The kids were watching TV. I told my wife I was going to call the health club and complain. I must have been expressing myself too forcefully, because Aaron looked up and asked if it was legal to call up and complain.
“Son,” I told him, “as an American, it is your God given right to complain. Anytime you feel you are treated poorly, you should always complain.”
I hope I didn’t just create a monster.
Present Tense 