Book reviews returning soon, I promise. But first, a rough transcript of a conversation over dinner last night.
Wife: Do you remember back in elementary school when you’d decorate a shoebox, cut a slot into it, and other classmates would come around and drop valentine cards into it?
Me: Oh yeah! Back then I was so shy and had such low self-esteem, I totally feared Valentine’s Day. I went to school thinking that no one would give me any valentines, so the entire shoebox thing was just going to be a waste of time. And when I actually did get valentines, I thought people were just giving them to me out of some sort of pity or obligation, not that they actually liked me or anything. So the more valentines I got, the more guilty I felt.
Wife: (pause.) You are not telling that story to our children.