On Halloween, I bumped into Rebecca at Mom’s house. Rebecca and I both laughed when I pointed to her daughter Adriane’s huge pot of Halloween loot and said, “Meeep, meeep, meeep… red alert, red alert!” But I didn’t laugh the next day at Rebecca’s response to my idea of freezing some of that candy to keep it from getting stale: “It won’t get stale. I’ll help Addie eat it. I always put in an IOU for whatever I eat. Then she can buy fresh candy whenever she wants to.” I didn’t laugh. There was nothing to laugh at. A sob or two would have been appropriate, though, because Rebecca is now bigger than I have ever seen her.