Highest Form of Flattery

She panicked when their toddler audibly struggled to bend over. It had happened before. She picked up the phone to call the pediatrician but stopped when her worried husband dropped his keys. “Honey,” she said as he moaned, retrieving them from the floor. “She thinks that’s just how it’s done!”

Deborah Jones is a retired TV news writer/producer with a passion for wombats, red wine, and Oxford commas—not necessarily in that order.