Thursday, 18 February 2016

The Genius of Motherhood.

A woman admitted her greatest source of guilt to me today. She said that when her son was a child she used to tell him that the ice cream man’s jingle meant he had no ice cream left. She omitted to say whether this was because she’d fallen on hard times and couldn’t afford the cost of an ice cream, or whether she was just plain evil. In either case, however, I couldn’t help feeling a certain degree of respect for her ingenuity.

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