I kept getting into trouble for telling my wife that the kids are little monsters: no, she said, they are little Angels. In that case, I retorted, why don't you see a lot of them in Heaven?

I still remember that day in 1961 when my grandfather picked me up from 1st grade (the principal's office, no less). The principal told him that I was a "bad boy." I still remember the look on her face when he told her that there are only two kinds of boys: bad boys and dead boys!

Perhaps if my grandfather could have talked with my wife, he could have reasoned with her!