That deadly phrase uttered many times before by hundreds of mothers, was not surmountable by any means known to kiddom.
Life is like that.
Sometimes at the height of our reveries, when our joy is at its zenith, when all is most right with the world, the most unthinkable disasters descend upon us. Some men are Baptists, others Catholics. My father was an Oldsmobile man. In the heat of battle, my father wove a tapestry of obscenity, that as far as we know, is still hanging in space over lake Michigan. Immediately my feet began to sweat as those two fluffy little bunnies with the blue button eyes stared sappily up at me.