“Bueller. Bueller. Bueller…” from “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off,” the movie
An odd reflection of our harried times and the generation gap, here is a slightly fictionalized snippet of conversation from our dinner table the other night.
Me to heavily-scheduled teen daughter: “You seem really worn out. Why don’t you just take a day off school? You know, a flop day?”
Teen daughter chorus: “Mommmm!”
Me, rolling eyes: “I guess I’m the Ferris Bueller of this family.”
Husband: “Well, now, I’m not sure about that.”
Teen daughters swivel heads his direction in shock.
Husband, quoting the main point of the movie, which is wise in spite of some crass moments: “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”
Me: “Seriously? Are we going to argue about who is Ferris of them all?”
Youngest daughter: “Why can’t you be normal parents?”