My adult kid and I caught the subway up Broad Street in Philadelphia, and sat side by side, chatting. As we got off and headed up the stairs at Girard Avenue, I said, “The young girl with the nice Uggs, who was sitting with the other girl in the fuzzy slippers, did you see—“

“The ankle monitor? I was just about to comment on that,” my kid said. 

“I assume shoplifting,” I said.

“I thought it was just some kind of accessory, to begin with. She had nice hair,” said my kid, and I agreed. We ran for the 15 trolley that was already at the stop waiting for us.

I like traveling with my kid. We understand what’s important.