My daughter, Storm, has an incredible memory. She can remember everything I ever did that was wrong.
Recently she reminded me of an incident that happened when she was a teenager. It was late at night and I remembered I needed some cash for something I had to do the next morning. I didn't want to drive to the bank alone to use the ATM machine so asked my daughter to go with me.
She was ready for bed, wearing pajamas with cows jumping over the moon printed on them and house slippers, and she had curlers in her hair. She didn't want to leave the house.
"Please!" I begged. "It will only take 15 m...
