So my good morning, it turned into a good afternoon, was chalking it up to a good day, and then well...it came down to a choice. Do I let something that I can't control, ruin my or my son's day? Nope. Had to have another "teaching opportunity" with my teenager. One that had tears and didn't include a grin. I can only pray that I'm a good teacher, and that he will someday be able to teach his own children those things that I instill in him. It has been a good day. And so will tomorrow. After all, good doesn't mean perfect. It's what you make of it. It's a choice. I may need to be reminded of that some day.