A quick tale.  Last week my six year old woke up, fully expecting a snow day.  The overly excited weather people had been doing their usual meteorological frothing about the storm headed our way.  When it, not surprisingly, didn’t pan out and little Luke,at six thirty am,  raised his head from his bed and asked “Mom, do we have school?”, he was crushed by the answer “yes.”  Luke pulled his sheets over his head and settled into a still little sad ball of boy. Two seconds later he popped his head back up, looked at me very seriously and said “Shoot, Mom, I won’t be able to attend school today.   I do believe I broke my leg during the night.”

Visions of Harvard dance from my head…..