At breakfast the other morning, my youngest son made a big announcement. “I have a date for Valentine’s Day.”

“Really?” I said. “That’s cool.”

“No way,” his older brother said.

“Yes, I do.” he said, grinning. “It’s February 14th.”

It took me a moment to understand the joke, but his brother was quicker. “Bad news,” he said. “My date for Valentine’s Day is the same. Valentine’s Day is cheating on you.”

My life is a sitcom.

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