Like the time I was in fourth grade and my hair reached all the way down to my butt and my mother said, “Let’s get a trim,” and my cousin Kathy cut my hair all the way up to my chin, and when my friend Carol laughed at my “cut” I said it was a “trim” and she shut up. Like the time my goldfish Spot died and when I got home from school and saw his bowl empty my mother sat me down and said a poor boy had come to the door and he had no friends or pets so she gave him my fish because she knew I “wouldn’t mind,” and when I rode over to Carol’s and she asked what was wrong I said, “A poor boy has taken my fish,” and she was quiet.