When my granddaughter was in kindergarten, the school had a breakfast for children and dads. My son was going to be out of town, so he asked me to fill in, and I enthusiastically accepted. After the breakfast, she took me around and showed me her class. At one point, the dads began to leave to go to work. I said to her, "Kelly, I think it is time for me to go." She looked up at me with those bright eyes and said, "You don't have to leave, Papa, you don't work." (She was right -- I was retired). Don