In a classic Reagan joke,
a man says sympathetically to his friend,
"I'm so sorry your wife ran away with the gardener."
The guy answers, "It's OK, I was going to fire him anyway."
As winter began, the young teacher sought to impart
to her third-graders the importance of dressing warmly.
She told the heart-rending story of her little brother,
a fun-loving boy who went out with his sled
and stayed out too long, caught a cold,
then pneumonia, and days later died. There was
dead silence in the schoolroom as they took it in.
She knew she'd gotten through.
Then a voice came from the back:
"Where's the sled?"
From Peggy Noonan's column in today's Journal.