Christopher came to me looking pathetic. "Mom, has my heart been broken fifty times?"
Surprised, I asked, "What does it mean to have your heart broken?"
Now very, very pathetic, Christopher said, "Well, sometimes you tell me not to do something and that hurts my feelings."
Barely choking back tears of laughter, I asked, "Who told you about broken hearts?"
"No, one," he said, "I read it in The Dangerous Book for Boys."
-- The Lady