My six-year-old loved his pet fish. He watched and fed it faithfully, morning and night. But one day while he was in school, his fish died, so I flushed it down the toilet. I told him when he got home, and he was inconsolable. Nothing I said helped. After a while, I asked, “Why are you crying so much?”
Arching his back, he shouted, “I wanted to flush!”
—JUDITH PARNETT Pikesville, Maryland
I’m lucky that my wife and mother are very close. I realized just how close the time I drove my mother to her doctor, which my wife usually does. When the doctor came into the room, my own dear mother introduced me as her “daughter-in-law’s husband.”
—ANDREW THOMPSON Lakewood, Ohio
If the power goes out across North America,…