For her 60th birthday, my wife said, “I’d love to be ten again”. So that Saturday, we had a heaving stack of chocolate-chip pancakes, her favourite childhood breakfast. Then we hit the playground and a merry-go-round. We finished the day with a banana split.
“So how did you enjoy being a kid for a day?” I asked.
“Great,” she said. “But when I said I wanted to be ten again, I meant my dress size”.