Last night I had to teach my confirmation class. Five of the six kids showed up. After class, when the dads came to pick them up (Moms drop off, dads pick up) four of the five dads made a special trip into the building, one at a time, to tell me that my left rear tire was dangerously low. Three of them offered to follow me to the closest gas station and put air in my tire for me.

Gee...thanks guys, but my dad made me prove to him I could do that by myself before he signed off on my drivers license application some 27 years ago.

Still, the kindness was appreciated, even if the assumptions were kind of creepy.