So, Amber, our almost 19-year-old granddaughter, was here last weekend, and spent a night with us. It was hot, so we told her to make a pallet in the floor of our bedroom, which is air-conditioned; she gladly complied.
The next day, she and her grandpa had a conversation about love, living, and the facts of life:
Amber: "I want to find a husband that's just like you, Grandpa."
Cliff, smiling with pride: "Oh, really?"
Amber: "Yeah; I want a man who will let me stay home while he goes to work."
Cliff's ego quickly deflated.