"Thanks. Yours deserve the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval, too."
Our son reared the new palomino I had just bought him for his fourteenth birthday and yelled down, "Unhand that maiden, Burrhead, or I'll give you lead poisoning."
I laughed and picked up my plate and sat down in a chair. My wife brought me a bowl of salad and I munched the hamburger and watched the boy unsaddle the horse and slap it away to the pasture.
I thought, "By God, wouldn't he have a fit if he knew what I have back there in that lab! Wouldn't they all!"
The boy carried the saddle up onto the terrace and dropped it. "Mom, I'd like a swim before I eat." He started undressing.
"You look as though a little water might help," she agreed, sitting down next to me with her plate.
The girl was yanking off her skates. "And I want one."
"All right. But go in the house and put on your swim suit."
"Oh, Mother. Why?"
"Because, dear, I said so."