The Littlest Ginger and I had a serious discussion about listening when our moms tell us something. After several tries, I finally convinced him, in a repeat-after-me session, “I am sorry, Mom. I will listen to you from now on.” When I asked him to pinky swear, his face indicated that I had taken my request too far. He admitted, “I don’t think I will listen to you forever. I might forget.” Paul immediately got up from the table to fill my pint. That kid… my expectations…