“When I was young, my dad told me that if they didn’t pay me to be good, then I was good for nothing. I was so confused. I never did figure out who ‘they’ were,” said Bruce.
“Did you ever get paid for being good?” asked Trevor.
“So you’re still good for nothing,” laughed Trevor.
Bruce punched Trevor in the arm. “Thanks.”
“Parents are so weird. My dad gave me a lot of bad advice. He once told me that if I couldn’t be good, I should at least be good at it,” explained Trevor.
“How’d that work out for you?”
“As well as you’d think. My mom grounded me for a month when I taught myself how to pick locks,” said Trevor.
“Who says stuff like that to impressionable kids?” asked Bruce.
“The same guy who still farts in public and blames us for it,” said Trevor.
“You’d think they’d come up with a parenting manual or something.”
“Or maybe some sort of licence,” added Trevor.
Bruce thought about it for a second. “Hold on. Those are terrible ideas.”
“Then we couldn’t do the same kind of stuff to our kids,” said Bruce.
Trevor smiled and nodded. “That’s what you call paying it forward.”