Visiting my folks' church this morning, I stopped to chat with a longtime friend of the family. "Happy Father's Day," she said.
"Is there something you know that I don't?" I asked. "I'm not a father."
She laughed and tried to clarify by explaining my dual role as a teacher and father figure to many, but it came out like this:
"What I mean is, you've fathered many children this year."
Not as far as I can tell.