When our oldest son was four, one morning he and my wife and I were having a late breakfast. I had the paper folded next to my plate when a story caught my eye.
"Hey, Barb," says I. "There's a report here about highway safety. It says someone in this country is run over by a car every twenty minutes."
"Huh," says dear wife (engrossed in her own reading).
A couple of minutes stroll by. Then my little boy looks up from his Cream of Wheat and says, completely earnest, "I'll bet he's getting tired of it by now."
"Hey, Barb," says I. "There's a report here about highway safety. It says someone in this country is run over by a car every twenty minutes."
"Huh," says dear wife (engrossed in her own reading).
A couple of minutes stroll by. Then my little boy looks up from his Cream of Wheat and says, completely earnest, "I'll bet he's getting tired of it by now."