I’m the oldest of five, and my folks were forever needing to keep track of us when we were out and about.  My brother Michael, in particular, was notorious for wandering off when we were in Sears.  We’d then hear a loudspeaker announcement, “Will the parents of a 4 year old boy with blonde hair and blue eyes….” and then Mom would look at her assembled children and count off, “One, two, three, four….oh, hell.”  Eventually Mom enlisted Judy (second-oldest) and me to watch over Tom and Mike, respectively.  We were NOT TO LET GO OF THEIR HAND.

So it was with some sympathy and understanding that I read this story.  Ooops.


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