This morning, I exited the house heavy-laden with an enormous pile of dry-cleaning, a cup of coffee, my huge purse, and my keys. I witnessed an interesting phenomenon – one son let the door slam in front of my face as he left the house in front of me, the other, seeing my plight when I finally made it to the car, offered up, "Oh, can I help you?
On Facebook today, we had a number of discussions going about this...
