EVERY 15 MINUTES A PARENT GOES THROUGH THIS AGONY?
I knew the doorbell was going to ring. I knew the police officers were coming to our house, all solemn-faced and serious, as if it were the real thing.
I quoted Shakespeare’s Hamlet in my last column who, after waxing on about “what a piece of work is man,” asks his friend Rosencrantz: “What is this quintessence of dust?”