My cousin always “borrows” money from her older brother’s piggy bank, which drives him crazy.
One day, she found the piggy in, of all places, the freezer.
Inside was this note: “Dear sister, I hope you’ll understand, but my capital has been frozen.”
At my ten-year-old’s request, I loaded my Rolling Stones tunes onto his iPod.
"I had no idea you liked the Stones," I said.
"Sure. I like all that old-fashioned music," he said.
"What do you mean, ‘old-fashioned music’?"
"You know," he said defensively. "Music from the 1900's."
I was on my way out of the house to meet with a cantankerous client, and I was dreading it. The look on my face must have given me away because my four-year-old daughter asked what was wrong.
"I’m going to meet a woman who always yells at Daddy," I told her.
"Oh," she said. "Say hi to Mommy for me."