I should probably put this on Cragislist, but:

This morning I was biking up to the Institute. I had my daughter’s trail-a-bike on the back, as is my habit now.

At a red light, a white Acura rolled up before me. The driver looked back at the trail-a-bike and said, “Where’s your partner?”

I looked back at the trailer. “Oh my God,” I joked. “She’s not there! She fell off!

Only, I don’t think she got it. She looked pretty alarmed.

Then the light turned green, and she was gone before I could shout, “No! No! I’m kidding! I took her to school!”

So, if you happen to read this, I’m not a bad parent. I’m too deadpan in my joke delivery for my own good.

[To the tune of Elton John, “Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me,” from the album Greatest Hits.]