Summer is different. We now have breakfast together, for example ... it hasn’t happened in so long that we’re not sure how to go about it. So we bump into each other in the kitchen. I never saw Ozzie and Harriet bump into each other in the kitchen—not once. Ozzie knew his place was at the table, while Harriet knew that her place was at the stove.
ATTRIBUTION:
Nathan Cobb (20th century), U.S. journalist. “Call Us the Cleavers,” Boston Globe (August 16, 1994).
